mind over matter Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I got the digital receipts I just went shopping
With these brand new beats, I might just hit the top 10
Seems like there's always some dummy tryin' prove suttin'
My brodi tryin' get the bag before he go and screw suttin'
Playing monopoly with the money, you ain't even pass go
Got this shit on all Madden you just tryin' act pro
I been toe to toe with the labels but I really like my cut
It's something like my dope money I had to double up
I made em' all give up, they know I'm blowing up
It's mind over matter I ain't ever give a fuck
I'm like Kanye with the punch
I could say some dumbass mumbly jumbly shit and they still gunna love it
Remember we was skrrting every curb with the Saturn
I was flipping all them packs now I just put my words in a pattern
Damm how the opps in the same old building
This goofy bought a ticket he couldn't just listen
I'm sipping on my soda while my broski catch the b-roll
I been stacking double double's like Chicagos D Rose
It was like yesterday I was just stuck in detention
Making good money off the samples I don't need the attention
They said chill out do something like Mac Miller
I told em' hold on you ain't think I been around the killers
I seen a lifer get his head smashed in he almost died
This real trap shit have a grown man cry
I been blessed with this shit but it just feel like a curse
Can a youngin' get a chance before he leaving the earth
I popped my half a yerk now its time to do work
Got my bitch stretched out, she gotta cop some new balance
Man I love this good weed, I been smoking the shatter
When the packs touch down they always smelling like sour
I knew this rapping shit be fun but I didn't know I'd get power
How the fuck I gottem' tapped in at the Eiffel Tower
The bands super sturdy I can always pour a 4 up
My merch finna drop then I'm bout to rip the tour up
Tatum with the shot don't you know I'm from the eastside
Chilling at TD bank then I'm fucking on my feline
Shit I'm like the postal service got perfect delivery
I'm so fancy with this shit it don't feel like a sin to me
I can't deal with these offys they got some bitch ass tendencies
Been mind over matter I had to leave me a legacy
I only make dope shit they know that they can't fuck with me
I sorta feel faded but I didn't sip the lean
They know me by the boss but I'm showing love to fiends
Like criss cross apple sauce put twenty in my jeans