Mind Of The Eight Lyrics

Come on I can give your ass some motion

And I still got my foot on your neck if y'all ain't notice

Don't put me in that rapper category I'm a poet

And don't spend your money on that gun you know you ain't gone blow it

That nigga real pussy if you watch him he gone show it

All I got to do is spot that boy on torie Imma focus

If the trap close then I'mma swing through soon as it open

If bro give me that look then Imma put the hoe in motion

That boy ain't build for this

Niggas sliding bout Ahunnit they gone kill for this

And I had got the chain from toven you get kill for this

And if the police listen they gone take the drill from this

Yeah I'm the man, baby slow down from the rap but he still be chasing them bands

And you know that I'm gone score if he put the ball in my hands

N I been looking for a Lo if we catch him give him a tan

Niggas cannot deal with me

Know he is my bro if he had stand up in that field with me

My nigga had been a better father then my real could be

And I swear that you never need a thing

And never want if you always keep it real with me

Take her out to eat and she never gone split a bill with me

Know I'm gone cut your hands off if you ever come steal from me

Yeah my nigga always slide but this time don't you kill for me

Catch that boy and face his ass now ask him what he did to me

Nothing you can do now

And if he let off shots then it's gone be a shoot out

My auntie wan get rid of me before that Imma move out

A nigga better cool out nigga better move back

I remember back in school was beating niggas blue black

See him in the barbershop like nigga where your crew at

And I'mma drop a triller for this and see what he do back

Them niggas told me you rap

They also told me you wack

And that's sad

But that's what happens when a nigga pussy without a dad

And I ain't dissing but if the shoe fit then put on the cavs

I heard ole boy was in that section I had see him and laugh

And he don't want us to see him so he gone put on a mask

Imma catch that boy and spank him

And you gone loose a leg it you come to take out your anger

If I was you I wouldn't fuck with us because we danger

Line that boy up right then I'm gone put him in a angle

If I hop in this booth and start spitting that fire hatting niggas know that it's a banger

After we send him up gone have to put him in a hanger

And I would call him princess if you ever go rename him

I bet this pistol would if nothing else could ever change him

I bet that that could fix him, but you know that

And I will never answer when gang ask me where the hoes at

And I can't show my hand but you niggas know where the folks at

I'm still big 8 and imma show that