Get Your Mind Right (feat. Stack Bundles & Jim Jones)

Know what the fuck it is, ****? (Mr. Thanksgiving)

Jeezy, doin' it again

Too late to get scared, ****

Yo

Listen, I'm flossin' and they askin' why? (Why?)

This lil' bastard fly (Huh)

Without leaving Queens was getting a nineteen five

Do the math, I do a half in balls a half a day

Ball out with half and then I stash the other half away

I rap now, dawg, I'm sure I'll put my past away (So?)

Drop box the blast and Donny Hathaway (And?)

Fresh to death like my outfit passed away (Where?)

Or in the club on couches sippin' Perrier-Jouët

Second-hand smokin', I'm tryna catch a contact (Just a little)

There'e no two-hand touch, it's full contact

For talkin' that foolio shit up in your rhyme sweat (What?)

Had the G's run up on 'em and push his hairline back (Squad up)

Never half-ass, we all in

Never half of us, we all spin, motherfuckers

Foster kid ****, we orphans

But I grind, it's winter time when we all win, ****

Yeah, I know whatchu talkin' 'bout, ****

Winter time is our grind

I'm definitely a orphan of these streets

Runnin' 'round tryna get mines

I'm steady on the grind doe

It's all about that money at the end of the day (Uh-huh)

You in the dark, scare the boogeyman, hit the lights (Turn 'em off)

We started early playin' hooky just to pitch the right (So young)

Da kitchen dark and I was cookin' up bricks of white (That yayo)

Until it's hard so we can push for our consistent price (Full slabs)

And now we still catching cases (True story)

We livin' in hell so we hope the heaven takes us (Pray for us)

Before the Fed's erase us (Damn)

I know **** that'll never get a taste of

All-Star Vegas, baller West like the Lakers (So funny)

It's so funny, ain't it? (Fucked up)

Weak link in the team, it means your money's tainted (Watch your team)

And half my **** still runnin' from a remix (True)

They on that murder game, packing guns and moving 'caine bricks

(We gotta eat)

And what I'm sayin', bitch (What you sayin'?)

The car drops when the car stops, stop pressing buttons all foolishly (Stupid)

With twelve bottles I was stuntin' all stupidly (Ballin'!)

We run around town hoppin' out of Coupe D's (Flossin')

Because we're speed demons (Right)

To live this life you better keep dreaming (Snoring)

If up the price, we gon' keep leaning (Whatever)

It falls short like weak semen (Weak ****)

Because you actin' like you Willie Beamen

You fake ballers like Jamie Foxx (What else?)

We got the gall just to paint the drop (It's nothing)

The same color as Jacob watch (Patella)

Let's pat 'em down so we ain't cops (Why?)

I'll take the game like I'll take the block (It's easy)

We burn it down and we make it hot (Fast footin')

I keep hearing how New York fell (Right)

I'm laughing at 'em 'cause the top of my Porsche fell, cocksucker

Stop fuckin' with them gangsters

ByrdGang, we dem riders

Everywhere you think that you goin', baby, we beside you

Ride up, puffin' on piffy, baby, and ride up

Gotta go, holla back lil' mami, I'm tied up

Stop fuckin' with them gangsters

ByrdGang, we dem riders

Everywhere you think that you goin', baby, we beside you

Ride up, puffin' on piffy, baby, and ride up

Gotta go, holla back lil' mami, I'm tied up (Tied up)

November 7th

Hustler's call