mind gone, pt 2 - rob vicious lyrics
[intro]
(b*tch, i’m rob vicious)
n*gga i can’t take this sh*t
i keep it real cuz it some n*ggas tryna fake this sh*t
so i guess everybody k!llas and they can’t get hit
you ridin’ with a hunnid n*ggas and they ain’t with sh*t
n*gga that’s why i ride with my own bl!ck
got long clips for n*ggas that i don’t get along with
paranoid as f*ck
who this b*tch on the phone with?
i think the feds is listenin’
[verse]
n*gga i think the feds listenin’
meds kickin’
when i go to bed i hear (the dead whisper)
still the same n*gga with some dreads missin’
life change when you see a n*gga head missin’
live by it die by it
sh*t we can’t fight it
get rich as f*ck or die tryin’
due to gang violence
lil n*gga talkin’ h*lla tough
i just can’t buy it
lil bro you think your life tough cuz you ain’t grindin’
said a n*gga fell off when he fall back (f*ck)
imma get a tall stack n*gga all facts
can’t believe my n*gga gone sh*t is all bad (d*mn)
i wish heaven had a phone so he’d call back (h*llo?)
n*gga
so imma dip up in this jigga bag
i don’t wanna chase smoke i wanna get a bag
and just the thought of losin’ bro make a n*gga spaz
devil knockin’ on my door
he on a n*gga ass
got me clutchin’ on my pole like i don’t never slip
thinkin’ ’bout my n*ggas gone now i’m h*lla sick
only thing that take my mind away is gettin’ chipped
that money make me just that type of way i’m finna dip
[outro]
(got me clutchin’ on my pole like i ain’t never slip)
(thinkin’ ’bout my n*ggas gone now i’m h*lla sick)
(only thing that take my mind away is gettin’ chipped)
ayy rob, i think the feds is listenin’
(that money make me just that type of way i’m finna dip)
the project really like
it’s really just a new beginning for me
cuz i’m trying like all sorts of new sh*t that i never tried
just ya know the growth in being a new*
i mean being an artist
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