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Forever in my mind
Only you
The pieces in my mind
Go right to you
[Verse 1: Mike Smiff]
I came from the dirt
Rose from the the pain and it hurt
I been putting in work
Sometimes you gotta show yo' a** to make em' pay attention
Whole lotta faith
Lotta prayers and commitment
Gotta play blind
Overlook how you living
Sometimes you gotta close your eyes
To see the world different (hmm)
Watch ya friends and ya enemies n***a
For that money boy
Ya friends turn to enemies n***a
Feel the negative energy n***a
For that gwap
Headshots
Like John F. Kennedy n***a (whoa)
I remember man
Being broke tryna get it man
Running round like a ceiling fan
But now I'm taking one step forward
And two steps back
You'll think I'm tryna river dance
When you down and you out
How the f** you keep ya head to the sky
Keep ya self esteem high
Take a special type of n***a just to keep ya composure
Rolling up, cause I can't do it sober
Get high with me
When my back against the wall
And my money ain't straight
Who the f** finna ride with me
Everybody love you when you winning
Ain't nobody rooting for a loser
Got a n***a staring in the mirror
I keep going n***a you the future
I feel I'm way better than n***as
Don't compare me to n***as
Cause I'm way too competitive n***a
I got the heart of a lion and the eye of the tiger
Ain scared of you n***as
Down south Dade County
I'm the main one
Who hotter then Mike Smiff
Boy you can't name one
Never lose sight of where a n***a tryna go
And I never can forget where a n***a came from
That's real
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[Verse 2: Beema]
I remember being signed to a label
What I hated
I was overlooked and underestimated
Ain made it
f** a contract, I'm balling free agent
I'm taking it
Cause I done been to muthaf**ing patient
sh** is rigged
Nice mulfukkas finish last
Look at the bright side
Least I gotta nice a**
Enjoy the view
f** a hater and all of them pump fakers
Know the ones who do you favors
Then talk about it later
Family and friends
I'll say family again
Cause some of you petty f**ers
Make me wish we weren't kin
Heard a rumor some b**h and her friends hate me
Run up and get done up
Do not mistake me
Florida State University Alumni
College is a dream when you raised in the slums I
Kept my feet planted
Tryna balance both worlds
What the hell is brunch?
Never used such words
Now I
Know the lawyers and the drug dealers
Tryna show my prosecutor friends how to deal with us
Why that slave mentality still in us
All this hating in the hood
Man it's k**ing us
I pay attention
Real sh** is what this rap game missing
Can I get a
Can I get a
Muthaf**ing witness
When it comes to competition
Damn, something must be wrong with my vision
b**hes on a suicide mission
Keep my ear bone connected to the street bone
My hustle bone connected to my feet bone
Got this steak bone connected to my teeth bone
Seasoning these rappers then getting my feast on
Lemme tell you one thang bout success
It comes with envy
n***as hate when you the best
Unless
They on ya track, then they love ya and got ya back
But just wait, they'll lose contact
Free M.T
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