DJ Twinz - My Mind Right lyrics

Understand what this sh** right here is about Understand what this sh** 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'mma 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 sh** I f** with her, she my gangsta b**h My wrists don't freeze, Glocks'll squeeze Whole click got a watch, droppin keys And I want the block back You n***as had your run, we'll stop that, you better watch this cat I done came up, and f** bringin your name up It's beef I'mma see you, and bang til you hang up Your life a lie, but here's the truth You ain't hype to die, but you hype to shoot You let the Henny talk for you, you really a b**h Why the Ds know your name cuz you really a snitch CHORUS 2X: 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 for *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 b**h Now the, baddest b**h is a average b**h 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 greenery, chase you with heavy machinery You know exactly who these streets belong to B.I.G. done warned you, and I'mma run up on you, n***a CHORUS [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 f*ggots Tucked under the lining of the Roc-A-Wear fabric f** 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 CHORUS