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Hook:
My mind f***d up, but I don't give a f***k (x3)
Talk s***t p***, and I'ma shoot you off
My mind f***d up, but I don't give a f***k (x3)
Talk s***t p***, and I'ma shoot you off

Verse 1:
Uh, you win the presence of a god, bitch I'm running em' up
Crime pays, sell drugs, f***k a job
I ain't perfect but I provide for my family
I'm 21 with 3 kids growing a family tree
I'm sorry to break the news to you, your favorite rapper's fake
I hate this industry because it's filled up with snakes
F***k a record deal, f***k a record label
How the f***k can I sign with you? My brain isn't stable!
I'm a crazy motherf***ker, and I probably f***d my mother
Slice her throat, blood on my covers, what do I tell my brother?
Your brother is a sick f***k, your brother is high as f***k
I woke up from that dream, it felt real as f***k
Is god gon' judge me for the s***t that goes on in my mind?
I'm praying to god everyday, am I wasting my time?
Haters wanna see me fall but I'ma always shine
I had a vision and it worked, these haters must be blind!

Hook:
My mind f***d up, but I don't give a f***k (x3)



Talk s***t p***, and I'ma shoot you off

Verse 2:
I done lost fights, but I always win the war
I'm the type to pay someone to shoot through your door
That gangster s***t I live that
Shoot a p***y hater down man I love that
All you do is rat
See I know you ain't bout it, you don't sell narcotics
I'm in the streets, flipping coke, now they call me Papi
For real though, ask your main hoe, I'ma drug lord
36 O's on that raw, it come from Mexico
F***k the border patrol, they tryna catch me sleepin'
But that ain't happening hoe, cus I'ma proffesional

I ain't got time, for none of this bulls***t (bulls***t)

No

Talk that s***t, you get shot up with a full clip (full clip)

See I just wanna sip lean, smoke weed, pop percs, no recall
live my life alright

But if you play with me it's gon' be a homicide (x2)

Hook:
My mind f***d up, but I don't give a f***k (x3)
Talk s***t p***, and I'ma shoot you off
My mind f***d up, but I don't gïve a f***k (x3)
Talk s***t p***, and I'ma shoot you off

(Nod Alb)

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