Goodfella - Prisoner of the Mind (X09431429) lyrics

[Intro: (Moor) & GoodFella] C.O. - Welcome home, inmate You ladies play nice now (Top bunks mine, what's your name?) What's in a name, man? I'm just another spic police rather see locked up than free on the streets where I'm just 09431429 in here (Where the f** did you go wrong?) [Hook] How did I get so far gone? Where do I belong And where in the world did I ever go wrong? (I'm more than just a name, I'm more than just a number) How did I get so far gone? Where do I belong And where in the world did I ever go wrong? (I'm more than just a name, I'm more than just a number) [Verse I: Viviani] So where did I go wrong? My principal it started back when "The one language he spoke Was Spanish with a southern accent The hated step-son, ba*tard His mom'll tell you, no lie, it was the 'HELL YEAH he replied When his boy held the lye to pa** it' The Hopeless addict f**ed up by showing people pa**ion When he told f**s to go nuts when his alias was Magic" Since, rid of some friends and alienated wack sh** Made an A1 track list so you could jam in traffic Did I go wrong when I left home? Tired of getting my a** whipped And f** a broom a frying pan across the room on average The summer nights I spent on Nikes Trying to fix the aglets Eying dimes, grinding tight GRABBING the fattest a**es Graduated high school; Elevated IQ My momma proud, I say “How?” This sh** cultivated blind fools! “17 en Argentina, hijo, you'd be dead now” Ma, that's TenNSixx, 7Teens heard a Nina growl ‘0-9-4-3, four-teen twenty-nine' Just a Prisoner of the Mind [Hook] How did I get so far gone? Where do I belong? And where in the world did I ever go wrong? (I'm more than just a name, I'm more than just a number) How did I get so far gone? Where do I belong Where in the world did I ever go wrong? (Just a number? I wonder what keeps you from going under) [Interlude: GoodFella & (Moor)] Viviani - HUNGER! My momma's tears if disappear Without telling her I love her! An appetite for DESTRUCTION Better believe I'm here EXCEL Like the mirrors in cells Bars ain't a f**ing PROBLEM Moor – Oh you a rapper? When that mixtape coming out? Viviani – I'm not a f**ing rapper, I'm Franco, yo Mr. International, rationally irrational I don't rap, son, this sh** just comes natural Writing mad tracks for fun like picking up a goddamn bicycle But everybody hyped because That's what a f**ing title does Y'all deaf, I ain't a f**ing RAPPER! [Verse 2] (Are you blind?) Or would you believe my mind's on a grind for gold and for diamonds Eying through the scope any GOD or slime for the Breitlings My soul's alive, on fire, not my prime but I'm timeless (Moor) My life's all plus, for the minus the purp in my blood get me high as sh** I'm Kobe's OD mixed with K.D.O.T G.K.M.C. and psilocybin Or the UZI introduced to the loose leaf By Olu's seed into Riker's Island, wilding Sip gin and juice with my trues TenNSixx feel ma**euse By the look of Medusa; School your medulla, don't let her fool ya! She may need your Kama, she fiend for my Sutra Get mauled f**ing with the big dogs, stupid little STUDENT You really going to deal blows with an Arrogant Buddhist? You're going to get hauled through a strip mall From the pubes on your Mellisuga egg balls Get stomped by my Tims beaten toothless You induced a sick, vindictive Judas! WELCOME TO MIAMI, welcome to the JUNGLE That sweat drip that blood shed My heart feels like BONGOS, My tongue feels like RAMBO It's going KILL for LAMBOS Till my chain gold, till my chain go To my ANKLES! Nah, f** that! Greenhouse for my dank smoke! All I want is the fans to chant slow, FRANCO! (I'm more than just a name I'm more than just a number [Outro GoodFella & (Moor)] Viviani, call me Viviani if you want, and I apologize if I lashed out on you, what's your name by the way? (Moor) Alright Moor, a couple thing on my chest I had to get out C.O