Dre Da Most - My Mind lyrics

Chorus : Michael Rothschild I want y'all to get another piece of my mind I taunt y'all to be another beast of my kind I haunt y'all to see into these streets of my time I flaunt y'all so you could see the grease in my nine I want y'all to get another piece of my mind I taunt y'all to be another beast of my kind I haunt y'all to see into these streets of my time I flaunt y'all so you could see the grease in my nine Verse 1: Michael Rothschild The d**h in the air sinking in they seats Blue cashmere the fleece, shining like im Keats You could run it through police, all the crew elites My dad told me leave your heart bleeding on them streets Never knew if God sent em, but we never needed The charges from the DA, when none of em beat it Laymen's, left them ha**as on the ground bleedin With his momma at the crib, and she still pleadin' Was talkin' to my cousin man he thought im going crazy Horrible Bosses, locked up like im Kevin Spacey Used to wanna get a Rolly, never want a AP Feelin' like I'm Mr. Feeni dealin' out in AT I remember hospital lights on the bed Sittin' there looking at him, thinking is he dead I'm throwing off cops, chief look at me instead I'm LeBron with the heat, you Sam Bowie with the Feds Lieutenant General didn't ask me if he he bled He was lookin at me sharply and he started turning red Told him I decide your actions, even just to break bread Even if it's fine wine dining with the late-heads Chorus: I want y'all to get another piece of my mind I taunt y'all to be another beast of my kind I haunt y'all to see into these streets of my time I flaunt y'all so you could see the grease in my nine I want y'all to get another piece of my mind I taunt y'all to be another beast of my kind I haunt y'all to see into these streets of my time I flaunt y'all so you could see the grease in my nine Verse 2: Michael Rothschild In Bahamas, at Atlantis, hundred on the lakers I do this for the realist I don't do this for the fakers Grab your little pony boy and take him to your makers I'm waitin' on the rock, then I kick like David Acres They comin' grab the Golden Deagle out the corridor Set up appointments with your momma and the coroner I saw him struggling, the boys really tryna corner her But If they really want it, I gotta get em to Florida The charges from the case that got me I ain't never sleep If they catch us with the birds I ain't never cheep Switch them flamerz on the block, there ain't never heat And I might roll up through ya block and make a bezel sweep Yes Louis Vuitton shoes on im feeling like a winner Remember when I used to have to roll to get some dinner Even though my homie J. Cole a born sinner We've all made mistakes ma and it's a cold winter But this is just the mad story on my grind Gets me out of jail every time I spit a rhyme But I ain't going back, I ain't never doin' time Don't you ever get the crime and the punishment intertwined Now that Im getting guap, the publishers all in line With the diamonds in my bezel kinda feelin' like it's mine Got my shorty on my left, and she staring at my nine Really make me sick homie, these adventures on my mind