Steegey & PMO $howtime - Mind Onna Mil

Man I can already feel
This shit bout to get so real
Only a dollar in my pocket but my mind on a mil
Lil bro ain't see his talent now he stuck in the field
Now there's a whole lot about him that's forever concealed
I'm about to have em mad as can be
I ran a check up got a stack in my jeans
It's real West Seattle got my heart on my sleeve
I can't trust a thot that make it hard to believe

I got my foot up on the gas, I can't take it off
We been grinding for designer and we still ain't taken off yet
Getting pesos with my amigos I feel like Offset
Remember when I used to ride a bus now I hop on a jet
I had to learn to let go
It turns out you was fake, put my trust in you cause I thought you was riding like the metro
I used to lay low, now I'm popping like an Eggo
Hit my line I'm tryna see if I can fit you in my schedule
Aye aye aye
Maybe we can find some time on yo off day
Heard that I ain't getting to the ficcets what they all say
Ain't trippin if they don't see the vision I'll take the long way
It's all good
I'd do it over and over if I could
I know she want it just don't know if I should
I keep it so one hunnid that I'm never understood

Man I can already feel
This shit bout to get so real
Only a dollar in my pocket but my mind on a mil
Lil bro ain't see his talent now he stuck in the field
Now there's a whole lot about him that's forever concealed
I'm about to have em mad as can be
I ran a check up got a stack in my jeans
It's real West Seattle got my heart on my sleeve
I can't trust a thot that make it hard to believe

Us hopping on these tracks like serving crack to the fiends
Same bitch you think the baddest ain't attractive to me
I ain't getting cuffy til I'm macking a queen
Hit your bitch she sent the addy now I'm cracking her jeans, aye

Man I can already feel
This shit bout to get so real
Only a dollar in my pocket but my mind on a mil
Lil bro ain't see his talent now he stuck in the field
Now there's a whole lot about him that's forever concealed
I'm about to have em mad as can be
I ran a check up got a stack in my jeans
It's real West Seattle got my heart on my sleeve
I can't trust a thot that make it hard to believe

Written by:
Grant Vander Hijde, Quinton Lewis

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