David Dallas - My Mentality lyrics

rate me

Ice running through my veins, I’m the coldest, just give me half the time

I be running with it like I stole it

You would notice if you paid attention properly and play the lottery

I work with better odds, my favorite game is Monopoly

You copy me, get it? Understand I’m a prodigy

Ain’t no stopping me and my movement, man, this is prophecy

This probably the reason why the trying to sell economy

Ever far along in the sequel, but no apology

You ever hear inaudibly come from my lips

Like Beyonce adding aberrations, ain’t gonna say shit

Won’t be no prerecording it either, I just give them the ether

Freddie up on the feature, you should know the procedure

Fool, don’t act like you don’t hear the chicks singing the song

Y’all made me a believer, out to get it at all costs

Like a young mob boss, go getter, going out like this was V for Vendetta

Trend setter, I’m the coldest

You’re drawn to the side

S with the line, flew in, bout to fall from the sky

Just some thoughts for the mind

I’ll take a glimpse at the time

What’s the plan? Believe the world is mine

And my mentality is money orientated

Money orientated, anything for the paper

And my mentality is money orientated

Money orientated, anything for the paper

Fuck the world and everything in it

Drive away from the pigs, the same thing really

And if you… then we got them fangs in it

454 in my motor, work with some change in it

Jumped off of that label and started my own shit

Don’t need no nigga to hold my dick, bitch, I’m all on my own flip

Say my attitude like Nicky from the zino

I’ll probably die buried alive, Freddy Tarantino

Keep your shoe box and your rubber bands

Rocking dope, I’m racked up …I lay back in my lectra

Every nigga from my hood tryina make 100 stacks plus

Looks like every nigga is born as actor, get wrapped up

All I wanna do is smoke a stoggy and get loaded

And go fuck with my old bitch and my new hoe got demoted

But once I’m with this dick, I don’t know, she might just jump back on it

Got my dough hoe and my blow right off the coast of California

Bitch, we robbing, bitch, you holding

You’re drawn to the side

S with the line, flew in, bout to fall from the sky

Just some thoughts for the mind

I’ll take a glimpse at the time

What’s the plan? Believe the world is mine

And my mentality is money orientated

Money orientated, anything for the paper

And my mentality is money orientated

Money orientated, anything for the paper

Money orientated, legacy on my conscience

Long as I did it my way, then fuck a pro, I ain’t bothered

Don’t bother popping off with the lips

Like dropping the flame in a Molotov mix

Now with your best in, …fuck a flame thrower

Harder than the south, bitch, we can’t change, came over

Painted over your little tags with end to end burners

I’ve been a quick learner, to win, I went further

…how to drive like …

Put my foot to the floor so hard that I broke the pedal

Killing everything you think that I made a pact with the devil

Ain’t no high strings that you can pull on so fuck Geppetto

I’m my own puppet master, pour a glass of vodka, sitting in mi casa

You ain’t in my clasa, you bastards are further just stall my ability

Got you sweating me but I never feel the humidity

My AC is on, nothing in this world that can take me on

So pump your breaks, be gone, I’m looking way beyond

What’s within my reach, I’m tryina grow my wings, span till I got down some beat

From Oakland City, the new Deli to Gary, Indiana

The world gonna be my oyster and don’t come on a platter

If they don’t wanna bet it, they know I do

Then I’mma keep taking it as long as I’m alive

So try stopping me, man