Mind Right

(Y2, is that you?)

(Haha, I miss you Bryce)

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I'm on Percs' tryna get my mind right, uh

Got so high, got me stayin' up, feel like I might die tonight, uh

I think I'm seein' the light, uh

Four bands, that's a light, uh

She wanna fuck, I'm like, "Uh"

Twelve at the door, hide the drugs in the rug

18K in my mouth, no slug

Quay-quay got me movin' like a slug

He got a 12 gauge, shootin' them slugs

I'm on the top, uh

She givin' top, uh

Fuck around rob with a Glock, uh

Sippin' drank, It make me "Uh"

She just hate me, uh

She just hate me, I can't lie, that lil' shit make me "Uh"

I'm in traffic, have my shooter send a Blitz, like Madden

Niggas be broke as hell, I done had it

Bad lil' bitch, she call me "Daddy"

Young rich nigga blow a bag on Bally

On Stop6 nigga, just flew to Bali'

Kickin' shit, I'm gettin' high in Cali'

He be smokin' that Maui Wowie

Pull up and blew at the car in the valley

Smokin' on dope, this shit look cloudy

Pull up and took his ho, like, "Howdy"

Put money on my head, you die by the bounty

I used to be broke, niggas done clowned me

Now I pull off in a foreign, I'm outty

I'm on Percs' tryna get my mind right, uh

Got so high, got me stayin' up, feel like I might die tonight, uh

I think I'm seein' the light, uh

Four bands, that's a light, uh

She wanna fuck, I'm like, "Uh"

Twelve at the door, hide the drugs in the rug