Get Your Mind Right
    (专辑: Finally Rolling 2 - 2015)
    
    It's not a 
trick question, yeah I'm smoking dope  Walk through the 
door, get your camera phones  Come through, mechanic shit, get your hammers on  If you want a 
peace treat, call my cellular phone  It's not a 
trick question, I 
don't fuck with opps  I 
don't rock with cops, I 
send a 
bunch of shots  Some cops be cool because they give me passes  Doing 1-10 in my car, they like "this nigga savage"  I 
got the 
Glock, Tony, Sosa I'm Sammy  I'ma dog and a 
lion bitch, I 
ain't Bambi  Catch the 
bag like Randy, long as this money in it  She told me that her pussy tight, I 
fit my Johnny it  Fuck that bitch then I'm dipping, yeah I'm really pimping  I'ma Kobe Bryant, you's a 
Scottie Pippen  I 
got my semi in it, the 
club in Philly with it  Then I 
leave Philly with a 
bunch of silly bitches  Tricks are for kids, you need a 
Doctor Kid  Cause when I'm done stitching your ass, don't let your mama see it  In my 4K TV house, it's a 
bunch of sheets  Come in here tryna hit a 
lick, commercial get a 
bunch of beats  I'm cooling with the 
stars in the 
sky  Don't be fucking with my dogs cause they bite  I 
hop out looking like some raw in the 
pipe  Like it's Memorials Day, got on all white  I 
had a 
dream like Doctor King  What can you bring to the 
table? I 
got lots of things  I 
got Tommies, I 
got mobster things  Come through like a 
janitor, we moping things  Forensics come check it out, come in here won't make it out  Like new clothes, I 
lay it out, boy fuck around, get aired out  You play the 
shit off, I 
play it out  You mumble the 
shit, nigga say it out  Shoot your ass like a 
lil mud dog  What the 
fuck you eating, nigga? Spit it out  Pull up in a 
Hummer, looking for some mamas  Know I 
ain't gon' fuck her, cause he looks like his mother  His baby mama comma, cumming on my Johnson  Cause I 
be doing numbers, cause I 
be getting money  It's not a 
trick question, what's your machine?  I 
treat your block like a 
classroom, I'm serving it  Put your face on Sarans, bitch I'm doubling it  Told you my pistol was celibate, don't fuck with it  I'm like a 
husky, you're like a 
puppy  I'm sipping muddy all day and night, I'm Kid Cudi  She got a 
buddy, and she tryna fuck me  Take that baby home with his pacifier then suck me  I 
got a 
blue pipe, it glow like blue lights  Make your face camouflage, you got [?] right?  This dope I'm smoking on, it smoke like [?] right?  You get it, that's a 
dope line in Chicago, all white  Got a 
bitch named Moussi, she give me coochie  This that Gucci, no this ain't no Coogi  Free Gucci, get here with the 
Uzi  Free T-Slick, he come through with the 
toolie  Push your hairline, barber shop  I 
got a 
Jordan shot, you shoot like Chris Bosh  I 
was smoking, I 
was leaning, leaning hard  I 
be leaning like I'm standing on the 
balcony  Bang