Feat. Marco
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I just haven't been in my right mind lately,
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I got too much money.
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[Chorus]
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Ain't been in my rite mind,
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'cause all my niggers doing time,
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Ain't been in my rite mind,
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These niggers trying to steal my shine.
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The newt, he just took a fire,
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I can't lie, that shit hurt me inside.
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My young nigger, that's my right to die,
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But he got caught up on isle 65.
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I know you worried about me,
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But I'm all good, nigger,
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I got Blacky with me and these little niggers.
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These shooters in the cliffs throw away
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Them real pussy.
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I got extended bricks on my bricks,
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Got remix in them.
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All I know is Geo Grime,
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The trouble make you loose your mind.
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Don't I mind, you were never fine.
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Meet the plug at the state line.
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[Chorus]
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Ain't been in my rite mind
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Since Lil' Brook got time.
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One of the real niggers I know.
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Taught me how to grind.
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And you a damn liar if you say
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He gay or something.
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Gave me my first couple of thousand,
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Told me run it up.
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And I ain't look back,
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Bought a pack, made some rags,
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Now, why the good nigger gone?
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Somebody tell me that!
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But I'mma still here
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And I'mma go get me paid.
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Got a polar bear down,
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So I can start thinking.
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Shit killing me, they ain't feeling me,
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I don't mind playing,
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But still gotta watch out for the snakes.
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Push your shit, too bad.
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Ain't no flaw in that.
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[Chorus]
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The fans want me for my past.
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I escape the streets with a bang.
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They know I still clocking out.
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50 thousand worth a shopping bag.
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We niggers still in swag,
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I ain't really worried about that.
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I'm a real young O.G. boss, nigger.
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A lot of niggers man 'cause that
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Red, white and blue flag,
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Get money, that's Blackomedo gang, nigger.
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In my hood we spring freaks up,
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Squeaky 2, that's my little nephew.
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For my cousin Quae 40,
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Shoot your ass with that Glock 40.
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[Chorus]
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Rite Mind
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Young Scooter |