WTG - 203 State of Mind lyrics

Straight outta the BPT The kid from the 203 [Verse 1: WTG] Out from the kitchen, another victim of what I'm kicking Kicking and spitting, spitting so hard, don't know what hit them And when it's written, fake G's the glove is fittin' See you resenting, your time is up, that's end of sentence The moral of the story Even if it has to be bloody and gory, restore rap to its former glory I'm pouring out a 40, for all the dead homies We shooting like Kobe, I mastered being the master, Obi You wouldn't wanna see me under the street lights When we fight I make new adjustments like a rewrite 187 on you cus it's a G Thang And G's moving in silence, specially on East Main White on White forces with the straps so you know the deal Nike Air up on the back so you know its real And if you ever try to tell me I don't hone the sk**s I'll pull up in your hood and make sure that I'm known to k** And all the memories locked inside of your dome will spill I'm spazzing out, yeah my team and I ain't so known to chill B$B gated community, boys is peeping in it Only time I lie in the studio's when I'm sleeping in it And I spit till I got cotton mouth 203 State of Mind, the boys will tell you what Im talking bout I clap a man if he talking out I heard you trying to battle, you might as well bring your coffin out Ain't no substitute, it's W I'm a trouble dude, if you talking reckless then we'll come for you East Sider with an attitude Send shots to ya body, ya mans and em, they can catch em too State of mind, 203 State of Mind (2x)