State of Mind (feat. Don Gunna)

Yo Listen Pistol on me It's OBH for life we can get it homie Free Ab ima carry it wit my nigga Lo Just like a female posting status for attention Begging for reactions waitin hoping for a mention The way I slaughter this nigga gone make em wanna murder me The AK shooting wit a shoulder stop you gone need surgery They heard of me Niggas is frauding if they ain't heard of me Spreading lies all on my name Yeah the nerve of eem Nigga yeah they know that I'm the motivation She was Italian but she blow Jamaican Out Jersey really roll wit Haitians Smoking Charlie Pope, fishing 4 some bricks Triple M The mob Yeah we really in this bitch They need to give me an award for my craft and penmen ship He got a little clout now he thinking that he lit I hit my brother Rell then he shot him and his bitch Woah If there's a drill to be done I ain't sliding wit niggas I'm doing it solo Five bullet holes and now that buhl rappin about it I'm giving you promo I was the first like Soulja boy, and niggas is stealin my Mojo The rapper you thought was a rapper, he drillin again now you thumbin through photos Back when Obama was new I would cheat on my bitches and tell them he got me to change You might of met a lil nigga that came from my block and my corner But we ain't da same They try give lil A two football fields like bro ain't got no game I know he holdin us down, he talkin bout money for real he doing his thang Really I'm pimpin, I'm trickin on bitches but I never had a bitch tricking on me I had em scared to be working wit niggas so when I had started I did it for cheap Give her this dick, takin her shoppin then right after that she go crazy for me Give her the line, there ain't no doubt in my mind my lil bitch spraying for me I really dance wit the devil but it don't bother me much we playin my music They had a gun to my head I laughed n smiled for real I told em to do it Moving the money tonight but after I'm done wit that we gone go through it Lil bro asked for the line I don't gotta ask for what, he know what he doing Rule number 1 don't tell these bitches you love em, you do it that shit a mistake Rule number two make sure you get to the money and when you get money you save Rule number three make sure you turn up so much ya opps they roll in they grave Rule number four make sure you wit the right ppl cause niggas get shot everyday Rule number five don't ever tell on the guys, niggas tell rumors and lies Ain't no surprise If you tell rumors and lies then you prolly not one of mines Lowkey I'm fried See me on Washington High Fuckin up my state of mind Ain't no finesse Ain't no finesse Remember when niggas said they was gone slide on me They didn't that shit was pretend Them niggas know what they doing But they don't wann war it wit us so where to begin Me nd my boy, youngins jus hopped in the game the horrors turned us into men So whatchu thought, niggas is keeping this business Cause ion see none of them friends I'm gettin za in the mail, I know I'm takin a risk but we don't send Won't catch me makin no wish at 11:11, I see it I'm thinking of slim Na took over the stores and didn't have to wig out once that's prolly my Twin Lookin for food, I'm a big shark in the water right now I'm showin my fin You never carry a ratchet cause you ain't a shooter for real just stay on da bench It could be 2011, don't matter the year that it happened we took it offense We don't vacation no more so when you see us out of town it's for an event I don't be betting too crazy but if some get put on the line we gone win Workin wit 3 mobile phones that's 3 different bags I'm looking to add two more I like to spend on my bitch cause ion be worried bout none she gettin Dior If I get rocked for a pound and niggas don't know what to say I'm coming for yours We seen a nigga get popped but we don't know if he dead we make it for sure