paroles de chanson O.T. - Ideal Minded

Working on my rhymes like it's overtime
I'm just slanging lines I got too much drive
The way I run MCs like a suicide
But I'm too alive to be scrutinized
For what I say so hit the jay
Like Michael J
Or Mary Jane
Like a king but not Lebron James
But I rock the Nikes you best believe
Everybody want to be a player now
But ain't got the drive they ain't boxing out
They're just talking shit you might draw a foul
And that's technical you'll get taken out
There's no vacant route so I'm driving in
You were manning up but no match for this
Standing tough like I set a pick
Lay it up and then dab for pics
Ha
I'm focused
Shooter with range and I'm getting some change in my lane
You're hopeless
Crossing and breaking they're ankles the angles of which
I'm projecting the rock is amazing
You're calling out shots but I'm banking it soft
And proceed to get stops but no cops in my area
Scarier thought's getting shot when you carrying
But no baggage to bare me with
In the game but won't marry it
And the fame is some fairy shit
Know that greed comes with a lariat
Ah
But I'm still climbing the ladder
Got something to prove so I'm sticking to rapping
I'm doing the moves that you couldn't fathom if anyone asks though
I say it just happened
Like

All these players want to shine want to shine but I
Never pay them any mind any mind I just
Swish
Hit the J and fade away
I'm walking on the clouds coming down to get the pay
I said now
All these players want to shine want to shine but I
Never pay them any mind any mind I just
Swish
Hit the J and fade away
I'm walking on the clouds coming down to get the pay
Ay