Mind Games

I'm thinkin', "How in the fuck could you play with me, I'm the one that put you on?"

She wanna sit down and play my songs

Mind games, my mind blown

She just wanna feel famous when she take pictures in my home

Sittin' back, blowin' on strong

Callin' my daughter on the phone

She like "When you coming home?"

And my bitch wanna know when I'm coming home

It's a couple things that I don't know

All I know is I been wrong

In a Beamer, I ain't goin' slow

Finna put that bitch on the road

Switch on the Glock with a .50 on it, yeah, fuck it, I might go rogue

He got a headshot, he on the floor

They be like "Get him, can't get 'em, like why the fuck I don't hit 'em?"

Don't speak on the G.O.A.T

He went from bitchin' to twitchin, I got that lil' nigga gone

I'm on a perky, I'm itchin', I'm itchin', I'm itchin', I'm itchin', I'm feeling alone

Choppa hit 'em and his bitch, get to flippin', I can't make no more songs

I'm smilin', the illest, I'm spittin', it's written in stone

I'm kiddin', not kiddin', oh

She get on her knees and blow

The Jag I'ma steeze, like jeez Louise

The car had no keys and I'm gone

They wanna count me out

I been keepin' it real but they wanna play me like I'm wrong

Compared to yo bankin' accountant, I been gettin' a bigger amount nigga off a song

And it ain't the fact that you switched nigga, its the way that shit came off

You get hit in the head if you've been with 'em

Guarantee that shit wont stay off

New racks I'm making a lot

Brand new Jag, take it off the lot

New ARP but I'm totin' a Glock

I'm going out like a G.O.A.T if the feds try to hit the spot

I bet you ain't that nigga, take his spot

Bitch, I'm going fed', I do it a lot

He hit in the head if he be with the Opps

(You know? Sometimes I feel like a G.O.A.T)

(My daughter be playin' my music she look at me like, on everything "You going crazy")

(Shittin' on all my Opps)

I'm thinkin', "How in the fuck could you play with me, I'm the one that put you on?"

She wanna sit down and play my songs

Mind games, my mind blown

She just wanna feel famous when she take pictures in my home

Sittin' back, blowin' on strong

Callin' my daughter on the phone

She like "When you coming home?"

And my bitch wanna know when I'm coming home

It's a couple things that I don't know

All I know is I been wrong

In a Beamer, I ain't goin' slow

Finna put that bitch on the road (Road)