Lyrics:
When you out better watch how you speak
When you done, better drop to your knees
This lil white hoe, her dad with the feds
She must know we don't talk to police
Had to pack all my pain in the spliff
Just to get this bitch out of my head
There's a flag in the play, where's the ref?
I might shoot that nigga in his head

If you cheat then I'm launching your phone
And you better not get too upset
Every other bitch basic as fuck
She like dreadlocks and new Nike Techs
It's a blessing I'm here to this day
Every other I'm wishing for death
And I heard him talking in the back
There's another, no need to pretend 

They're my feelings, no need to neglect
Thought you'd think of me before you left
I might burn this bitch down like I'm Seth 
And I know you heard'eth what I said

This that final verdict, where's the rest?
Said she hate me but I could not tell
Know I did too much, I should've guessed
I can't change the shit so it's "Oh well"

And she ride on this dick like a bike
See the horns on that bitch, go to hell
I'm still glitching, this isn't real life
Got me swimming, call me Typo Phelps
Tired of treating bitches like they're wifey 
They don't see the vision, it's alright
Still repeating cycles and that's high key
I could never be nobody else

And I know that you outside, yeah you outside yeah 
And twoseven too locked in, it's about time, yeah
Half of these pussies ain't bout shit, I just mind mine yeah
If she tell me to jump I say "how high?" tryna prove myself
Let these niggas know I'm bout mine, tryna get my bag
None of these niggas are bout mine when I'm in my bag
I might just move to the south side, I cannot come back.

Mind Mine

doin shit my way

experimental esper 

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