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mindstate of a murderer - lord gary lyrics

[verse 1: youngin]

f-ck him, i’m going all out for that cake
mind on that bread so i can’t hesitate
hit him in the stomach, expose what he ate
leave him on the ground, look at him start to shake
i shoot two more just to finish the job
i gotta do it to make sure i’m eating dinner tomorrow
lord knows i tried to do good
but it’s rare doing good helps survive in the hood
i need a northface, and them new j’s coming out
and my seed needs food in her mouth
my peeps put me out, and now i’m on the block getting bread
sleeping over my babies momma’s house
“h-llo” “it’s a package, you need to go and get it”
but i don’t trust them i sent slim to go get it
and slim got murked, them n-ggas tried to get me murked
that means that they gotta get hurt

[hook: youngin]

you’re witnessing, the mindstate of
mindstate of a murderer, of a murderer
you’re witnessing (murder), the mindstate of (bl–dy bl–dy murder)
mindstate of a murderer (murder), of a murderer (bl–dy bl–dy murder)

[verse 2: youngin]

them n-ggas ain’t know i survived that sh-t
so i laid low and started to plot my sh-t
see i gotta get mine i’mma get the n-gga back
right now ain’t the time so i’m chilling where i’m at
(where is that) palm trees and my feet in the sand
and no i ain’t forget about the matter at hand
and matter of fact it’s time to stop playing
my n-ggas let me know where the n-gga staying, i start praying
please lord forgive me i’m about to sin
i know i wasn’t put here to k!ll a couple men
but look, the government putting drugs in the hood
f-cking my n-ggas up now we all know good
then i start murking n-ggas, one by one
from the roof across the street with the malvo gun
pluck-pluck n-gga you better run, hide, and duck
’cause i’m coming motherf-cker and your time is up

[hook]

[verse 3: youngin]

i bust through the door spraying the automatic
ak-47 banana clip to match it
my night-vision ready just incase he hit the lights
one of us ain’t leaving here tonight
the n-gga started running so i bust a couple shots
chopper bullets ran out, i started busting with the glocks
i put that on the hood i’mma get your -ss
so fast, you won’t be able to catch your breath
-blow- the n-gga dropped now i’m looking in his face
he said “please, you don’t wanna k!ll me up in this place”
f-ck him, i’m going all out for that cake
mind on that bread so i can’t hesitate
hit him in the stomach, expose what he ate
leave him on the ground, look at him start to shake
i shoot two more just to finish the job
i gotta do it to make sure i’m eating dinner tomorrow

[hook]

- lord gary lyrics

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