Mind Of The Eight

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