Hoe-p yew in-joy

I OWN NO COPYWRITE

Lyrics:

[Hook]
I’m in my mind (i’m in my miiiiind)
I’m in my mode
You talking about cash, I’m talking about gold.
(i’m talking about gold)
You talking about Living I’m talking about soul.
I’m talking about forever you talking about hoes.
(You talking like hoesss(?))

Yeahhh
Writing on the wall, Krylonl in my lungs
Sip purified rum, walk to my own drum
Run winter like cum ( CUMM )
Better see ‘em on the hump and the jump
and the dirty ass with no bird in the trunk
do work with the whip and the bird in the front
we alert for the cash and the first to the punch
get it like a landlord on the first on the month

Run with the sky with the earth in the blunt
So the way i shine in between the dirt and the sun
I’m a perv with the purp and we serving the skunk
to the girl with the donkey and serpent tongue

i’m from the city where we grew up on the dips
and the flow moves by, she just wanna do a dip
you can a sip if you only want a lift
and a sixth with a strip if you really wanna trip

looking through the mist caught up in the mix with a miss
could have learned something but she’d rather have bliss
my education was sick and my boy medication to see
what i made from a flip

Hurry resign,
You got decisions to make but you taking your time
Powder all up in your brain, that’s how you “make-up” you mind.
Just Victims of fatal design.


Voice 1: “Well, what have you got for me?"

voice 2: “John Doe. Between 25 and 30 years of age. Cause of death of death looks like OG.”

voice 1: “Over gold, yeah. Any signs of foul playing”

voice 2: “No sir. Looks like a case of just too many Gold Chains.”

[Hook]
I’m in my mind (i’m in my miiiiind)
I’m in my mode.
You talking about cash, I’m talking about gold.
(i’m talking about gold)
You talking about Living I’m talking about soul.
I’m talking about forever you talking about hoes.
(You talking like hoesss(?))

YUPP
Roll through sin city like bruce
Black boots going Bobby Booshay for the blue face
For the new face, For screw face, For the Two face
Suit: Lace. Sittin’ on new plates

Little love, little molly, little voovey
One way trips, i’ve been living out of suit case
Getting paper like the paper had a due date
Still probably spend it on wheels. no new pay.

Juice stay spilling so it’s never all white
I’ve been talking shit but really she could get in on sight
On the Boulevard with a hoodie blowing goodie
If you’re really from the city, you could pull it off light. unn
(WOOOOO)

Fly like Virgin America (Virgin America)
Rare like a virgin American (virgin American)
I’ve been on the verge of Delirium
Reading words on the walls of the Pyramids

Ignorant Shit~ I hit ‘em with the venom of spit
A cynical prick, You sweeter than a cinnamon stick
The general of a generation who genuinely is never
giving a shit. we all living with a limp. un.

Selling pills, yeah I’m flipping the script
I turn booze into drug news, shitting a brick
hitting the kush and i drift off in the abyss
Good as it gets, This about as real as it gets
(WOOOOO)

I’m in my mind (i’m in my miiiiind)

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