B-Real - Get Your Mind Right lyrics

[Verse 1: Berner] Tell that b**h to leave, I don't really care Diamonds on my wrist strip, 4 carats in the air I'm feeling like a king and I don't even have to steer This car drive itself, 30 mil in one year (2015) My fam died, not a tear drop Police right behind me and, I'm not gonna stop (high speed) sh**, we get money outta bops and I Flip weed do a bump off the block, uh Little momma got a** Dance slow while she wanna talk cash Hardcore hash, live fast 'til I pa** Will they cry when I'm gone A few haters gonna laugh, sh** Smoke tough, I can never quit Rollie on my wrist, I can never get enough of this (fast life) Pullin' on her hair, I make her scream loud X5, today I brought the Beamer out [Hook: B-Real] Breathe in, breathe out Put it in the air, hell yeah This is one for the stoners (for the ones who get high) Live the high life Get your mind right This is one for the stoners (for the ones who get high) Live the high life Get your mind right [Verse 2: B-Real] Turn it up, let the smoke settle Blurred lines everywhere, gas pedal We'll spin see the tints in the distance Smell the flower that we burned, for instance Him and me smoking lemon tree Rolling cherry pie in the gla**tip shatter in the sky Yeah we elevated, pay no mind hater Roll it up, Phunky Feels with the shine paper We keep you medicated, you at the table faded So much green I'm jaded, I know you f**in' hate it See the birds flock to the nest Green thumb, top shelf, yeah we out west Shout out to the sherpinator, for the [?] that are higher than an elevator Damn, so much f**in' flavor Jet lights, jet fuel, dab too [Hook: B-Real] [Verse 3: Sage the Gemini] I feel like the man when I roll through Used to write checks, I'm like man I hope they go through Now I ride foreign, you ain't fresh and I don't know you Everything new cuz I was poor back in the old school I'm feelin' like I'm supposed to House on the hill I attract a lot of ducks, all they get is to pay my bills I be ridin' in the hood, I don't hide out Pretty boy on the screen but let a n***a find out Made my first mil at 21, high school I was a bum Now f** it it is done, I don't care if they come You got money, give me some, yeah get with this pimpin I drive benzes and best, all I'm missin' is limpin' I'm on a mission I used to tell a n***a grow up Now they be like "what the f** is that" when I roll up Now I get a hundred fifty racks when I show up Yeah, n***a, all I gotta do is show up, uh [Hook: B-Real]