Memphis Bleek - My Mind Right lyrics

rate me

Understand what this shit right here is about

Understand what this shit right here is about

From Marcy

Understand me, yeah, yo

[Verse 1]

I'm for the streets, and you know I ain't goin nowhere

Get your guns out who want it with Memph this year

I'ma make you understand why I do what I do

Why I keep my hat tilt, and my doorag too

I'm a thug, my heart pump gangsta shit

I fuck with her, she my gangsta bitch

My wrists don't freeze, glocks'll squeeze

Whole click got a watch, droppin keys

And I want the block back

You niggas had your run, we'll stop that, you better watch this cat

I done came up, and fuck bringin your name up

It's beef I'ma see you, and bang til you hang up

Your life a lie, but here's the truth

You aint hype to die, but you hype to shoot

You let the Henny talk for you, you really a bitch

Why the Ds know your name cuz you really a snitch

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Got my mind right, money right, ready for war

*Memph Bleek Is* [Murda] yeah told you before

I got the streets locked, Bleek hot as before

You know the game and the name now I'm ready for war

[Verse 2]

Memph Bleek Is, back for the streets

Knowin that Coming of Age, controllin the creep

Put in work on these streets, bustin my heat

Dodgin the Ds, you know it's a margin between me

And only a few fit in, your lifestyle's written

So who you supposed to be, play your position

I used to write to the wall, about the Porsche

Now I write for the house and the rob report

I used to think, Bleek and the baddest bitch

Now the, baddest bitch is a average bitch

All I need her is for head and to stash my lead

Push my V, take this key to hempstead

And you run through backwoods, I twist backwoods

And greenerey, chase you with heavy machinery

You know exactly who these streets belong to

B.I.G. done warned you, and I'ma run up on you, nigga

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[Verse 3]

Ayo I think I'm the best, from coast to coast

I'm above rap cats, they know what I gross

What they make from they album, I do at my show

Your advance is what, I spent that when I was broke

I ship gold, you better watch me now

Many middle in this game, at the top I'm found

I wanted these cats, reppin my hood, then go back

Be on the same old bench, with the same old rap

I'm from Marcy, you see them cars we buy

Seats up, smoke blunts, with my concubine

Twin, P-89 for you two fake faggots

Tucked under the lining of the Roc-A-Wear fabric

Fuck y'all, you know the squad be 'bout

Anything that involve dollar signs and accounts

It's the M dot E M P H man stop

I bought C a watch, next day I bought a house

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