Mind made up
Time to get back on it
Drama ain't quite in the picture
But whoever want it
Bitch I'm ready for it
Bitch I'm ready for it
Seven figures That's exactly
What we headed towards
Mind on a mill
Youngin out the gudda
Want it all cause simply put
Ain't never had nothing
Bitch I'm ready for it
Bitch I'm ready for it
F*ck the fame I want the money
Just to Keep it going
2015 stuffing a blunt
Raggedy bitch in my life
Wanna front
Claiming she this and
Claiming she that
Kicking her out like
Professional punts
Outta line
Grip a hoe by the neck
F*ck the love bitch
Where the respect
Say I'm a dog and that I ain't shit
I come from the streets
Hoe what you expect
Loyal to me and my day ones
Some of them even changed up
Keeping they secrets
Ain't saying nun
Keeping it real
I can't fake nun
Time alone
Had to sit in a cell
Truly a cancer
Hardened my shell
Came home
Ain't adjusting too well
Where do you start
When u come outta hell
Traumatized by the
Form of deceit
Find out a nigga care more bout receipts
Than he do
Bout his rep as a man
Some things in life
I just can't understand
Meeting people
I Ain't shaking no hands
Reading your energy
I'm not a fan
Body language
Contradict what you saying
Say they want drama
Aye load up the van!
Steady reflectin
Remember the times
Hop in the whip
I ain't dropping no dimes
Smoking the best
Out in traffic I'm flying
Tryna link up
Bitch I'm on the grind
Live in the dark
With the night imma shine
Light skin yea
Shawty she fine
Niggas approach
Don't get outta line
Stay in yo lane
Everything a be fine
Wake up
Like I'm still in this bitch
Pray and I meditate
Making a wish
Haunted by pain
I'll never forget
Stabbed in the back
Took away from my kid
Stepped out
Tryna see what I missed
Moved to the south
My mind in the trench
Focus on goals
I'm tryna get rich
Money the motive
I'm chasing a grip
Manifestation
The picture I'm painting
Past and the future
Ain't even related
Died in my spirit
I'm reincarnated
Back as a khing
Ain't tryna be famous
Cut off some niggas
I know that they hate it
Tryna make sure
A nigga don't make it
But I pay attention
To how they portray it
They say that they with you
But never display it
When I'm up yea
Imma stay humble
Ain't changing nothing
Except for them numbers
Adding it up
Account with the commas
I got the bag
Refusing to fumble
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Mind made up
Time to get back on it
Drama ain't quite in the picture
But whoever want it
Bitch I'm ready for it
Bitch I'm ready for it
Seven figures That's exactly
What we headed towards
Mind on a mill
Youngin out the gudda
Want it all cause simply put
Ain't never had nothing
Bitch I'm ready for it
Bitch I'm ready for it
F*ck the fame I want the money
Just to Keep it going
2015 stuffing a blunt
Raggedy bitch in my life
Wanna front
Claiming she this and
Claiming she that
Kicking her out like
Professional punts
Outta line
Grip a hoe by the neck
F*ck the love bitch
Where the respect
Say I'm a dog and that I ain't shit
I come from the streets
Hoe what you expect
Loyal to me and my day ones
Some of them even changed up
Keeping they secrets
Ain't saying nun
Keeping it real
I can't fake nun
Time alone
Had to sit in a cell
Truly a cancer
Hardened my shell
Came home
Ain't adjusting too well
Where do you start
When u come outta hell
Traumatized by the
Form of deceit
Find out a nigga care more bout receipts
Than he do
Bout his rep as a man
Some things in life
I just can't understand
Meeting people
I Ain't shaking no hands
Reading your energy
I'm not a fan
Body language
Contradict what you saying
Say they want drama
Aye load up the van!
Steady reflectin
Remember the times
Hop in the whip
I ain't dropping no dimes
Smoking the best
Out in traffic I'm flying
Tryna link up
Bitch I'm on the grind
Live in the dark
With the night imma shine
Light skin yea
Shawty she fine
Niggas approach
Don't get outta line
Stay in yo lane
Everything a be fine
Wake up
Like I'm still in this bitch
Pray and I meditate
Making a wish
Haunted by pain
I'll never forget
Stabbed in the back
Took away from my kid
Stepped out
Tryna see what I missed
Moved to the south
My mind in the trench
Focus on goals
I'm tryna get rich
Money the motive
I'm chasing a grip
Manifestation
The picture I'm painting
Past and the future
Ain't even related
Died in my spirit
I'm reincarnated
Back as a khing
Ain't tryna be famous
Cut off some niggas
I know that they hate it
Tryna make sure
A nigga don't make it
But I pay attention
To how they portray it
They say that they with you
But never display it
When I'm up yea
Imma stay humble
Ain't changing nothing
Except for them numbers
Adding it up
Account with the commas
I got the bag
Refusing to fumble
Time to get back on it
Drama ain't quite in the picture
But whoever want it
Bitch I'm ready for it
Bitch I'm ready for it
Seven figures That's exactly
What we headed towards
Mind on a mill
Youngin out the gudda
Want it all cause simply put
Ain't never had nothing
Bitch I'm ready for it
Bitch I'm ready for it
F*ck the fame I want the money
Just to Keep it going
2015 stuffing a blunt
Raggedy bitch in my life
Wanna front
Claiming she this and
Claiming she that
Kicking her out like
Professional punts
Outta line
Grip a hoe by the neck
F*ck the love bitch
Where the respect
Say I'm a dog and that I ain't shit
I come from the streets
Hoe what you expect
Loyal to me and my day ones
Some of them even changed up
Keeping they secrets
Ain't saying nun
Keeping it real
I can't fake nun
Time alone
Had to sit in a cell
Truly a cancer
Hardened my shell
Came home
Ain't adjusting too well
Where do you start
When u come outta hell
Traumatized by the
Form of deceit
Find out a nigga care more bout receipts
Than he do
Bout his rep as a man
Some things in life
I just can't understand
Meeting people
I Ain't shaking no hands
Reading your energy
I'm not a fan
Body language
Contradict what you saying
Say they want drama
Aye load up the van!
Steady reflectin
Remember the times
Hop in the whip
I ain't dropping no dimes
Smoking the best
Out in traffic I'm flying
Tryna link up
Bitch I'm on the grind
Live in the dark
With the night imma shine
Light skin yea
Shawty she fine
Niggas approach
Don't get outta line
Stay in yo lane
Everything a be fine
Wake up
Like I'm still in this bitch
Pray and I meditate
Making a wish
Haunted by pain
I'll never forget
Stabbed in the back
Took away from my kid
Stepped out
Tryna see what I missed
Moved to the south
My mind in the trench
Focus on goals
I'm tryna get rich
Money the motive
I'm chasing a grip
Manifestation
The picture I'm painting
Past and the future
Ain't even related
Died in my spirit
I'm reincarnated
Back as a khing
Ain't tryna be famous
Cut off some niggas
I know that they hate it
Tryna make sure
A nigga don't make it
But I pay attention
To how they portray it
They say that they with you
But never display it
When I'm up yea
Imma stay humble
Ain't changing nothing
Except for them numbers
Adding it up
Account with the commas
I got the bag
Refusing to fumble
Writer: Cory Critton
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