Beema Monroe - Forever in my Mind lyrics

[Chorus] 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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus]