Mind Frame Lyrics

Mind Frame - Moneybagg Yo

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Reminiscing 'bout my niggas that done died man

Goin' through pictures and it's fuckin' up my mind-frame

Thinkin' back when we was broke but we still maintained

Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang

His first offense, judge gave him all that time man

He in there buckin' and it's fuckin' up his mind-frame

His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad like she don't know the man

I run with shooters and it's murder on they mind-frame, hey

Thinkin' 'bout you as I'm scrolling through my call log

Your number still in my contact but I can't call y'all

Lost my niggas to the streets and it wasn't even worth it

Tray-tray, lil' mafia, lil' corey, and j money, that hurt me, hey

Free big larry and every nigga that went fed man

Wouldn't wish that time on nobody, fuck what they said man

Wouldn't ever beef, I just bossed up and did my own thing

I saw my vision, I painted it, made my own lane, hey

Shawty fucked one of my niggas in my circle

I wanted to spazz, I wanted to crash, I wanted to hurt her

I had to learn hoes gon' be hoes, nobody perfect

Cut from a real nigga cloth, I'm fuck shit allergic

They say my nigga killed my nigga so my mind-frame fucked up

I won't put my trust in no one but this glock on me with one up

I was posted with them packs on me all light until the sun up

Don't fall for nothin', always stand up, that's how I'm gon' raise my sons up hey

Reminiscing 'bout my niggas that done died man

Goin' through pictures and it's fuckin' up my mind-frame

Thinkin' back when we was broke but we still maintained

Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang

His first offense, judge gave him all that time man

He in there buckin' and it's fuckin' up his mind-frame

His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad like she don't know the man

I run with shooters and it's murder on they mind-frame, hey

Niggas out here sending threats so it's murder on my dome

They gon' pull up and just hop out, we don't send no shots on songs

My son mama say I'm wrong, she got that lil' girl mind-frame

She ain't built for this lifestyle, she cannot take what come with fame

I just sent my nigga a pack to penitentiary, now he straight

'Cause my lil homie lawyer paid in full, know he beat the case

Took my nigga out the hood, showed him the world got more to offer

In Miami with the dolphins, BGE 'til we in coffins

Mind-frame on I don't care

Glock nineteen, I'm so aware

You can look and you can stare

It's blood on me, you touch a hair

Niggas crossed me, said fuck me

Showed me really what it was

Now they callin', tryna talk

But I can't reimburse that love, nah

Reminiscing 'bout my niggas that done died man

Goin' through pictures and it's fuckin' up my mind-frame

Thinkin' back when we was broke but we still maintained

Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang

His first offense, judge gave him all that time man

He in there buckin' and it's fuckin' up his mind-frame

His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad like she don't know the man

I run with shooters and it's murder on they mind-frame, hey