Lyrics Ye Minded - Shawn Tha Rapper

Nigga wanna say i'm off
Then smile in yo face when you be on
All in ya section spilling patron
But you never helped with none these songs
Stab you in the back, while you workin hard
Snakes in the streets bout to run in ya yard
They movin like pirates inside of ya home
They want everything that you made on ya own

I'm makin my way, I stay in my lane
I never swerve i'm watchin the road
I think i'm Jay, artistic like Ye
Cause these niggas constantly watching my throne
I put in work money moves from my phone
Make a few stacks without leaving my home
If you want my heart, best not do her wrong
Cause i'm killin a nigga put that on this song
My little princess is not the one
My daughter was set before she turned one
Won't do me like ricky cause I never run
I listened to Nas hope you got a gun
I'm finna bust got me edging the trigger
Working hard gotta reheat my dinner
I don't wanna lose got the mind of a winner
Killer plays nigga moving like thriller
Mind you I been round the world Saudi Arabia, and some parts of Europe
An afghan where its hell hot
Some of my homies left shell shock
Aye some got a flag on the mail box
Ya baby got shot in the sand box Remember them days like the sand lot
Use to play the new game at my friends spot
Bitch i'm on yo ass like a leotard
I been through some shit you should see the scars
That's why I stay high got a seat on mars
I'm trapped in my mind behind prison bars
The hustler in me is still goin hard
I pray to god that I see tomorrow Cause I got money to make
We eatin like give me a plate
Tryna figure which deal imma take
Your apology came in a little too late
It's cool, you'd probaly just get in the way
New coupe, just to go cruisin today
You lose if you niggas choosin to hate
Can't stop now, I just picked up the pace
I'm ahead of these niggas but this ain't a race
I was born in the struggle I laugh at my pain
Look I married a storm I just sleep through the rain
Why you only a homie when somethings to gain
And when i'm not around you throw dirt on my name
Only here for the money don't care for the fame
Nigga torching this beat you can't put out the flame
Rather cop me some land for I cop me a chain
You a slave in the mind, me and you're not the same
Walk a block in my shoes, turn a genius insane
Know I gotta stayed fried think I need a new brain

Nigga wanna say i'm off
Then smile in yo face when you be on
All in ya section spilling patron
But you never helped with none these songs
Stab you in the back, while you workin hard
Snakes in the streets bout to run in ya yard
They movin like pirates inside of ya home
They want everything that you made on ya own
SHAWN