(Chorus)
Out of my mind
Center zone wavy trip
Going round , Mobbing loud
Fuck a stall, floor it quick
Hand gun on his side
Like the rhymes ready to spit
Let it burn going down
Better hold your liq (liquor)
(Verse)
Being low I gotta tell you man it’s been a minute
Doors of perception beyond, not small like a Civic
Thinking ahead looking up while my pace forward
I feel the beat in my teeth like my neck drippin
Got the phone call already now i’m on my way
Wouldn’t expect the lightskin down the hallway
Getting drenched from the hard work and the long days
Momma told me be patient and build a strong pay
Fuck all the hype I keep the motive and dont gotta flex it
My stomach hungry and the wallet looking anorexic
Got no choice but keep on going pursuing investments
The rise of downer for uppers kept it young and reckless
Young Bane G, Kept it real with no fear
But back then road to success was hard with no steer
Now i’m bouncing, shit i ain’t bouncing back
Ain’t talking money currency when i’m counting stacks
The ammunition fully loaded keep the barrel hot
Determined diamond in the rough without a mounted back
Here I go one more time Daft Punking it
Can I write one more line before forgetting quick?
Speeding mind got a fine I ain’t paying shit
I know my limits, don’t need nobody enforcing it
(Chorus)
Out of my mind
Center zone wavy trip
Going round , Mobbing loud
Fuck a stall, floor it quick
Hand gun on his side
Like the rhymes ready to spit
Let it burn going down
Better hold your liq (liquor)