AJ DaVinchi - My Mind (feat. Tizzi Tizzi)

(Yea, DaVinchi)

If you looking for me
I ain't that hard to find
Why is you looking a handout
You wasn't 'part of the the grind

I keep the family first
(Yea, Yea)
I would slaughter for mine
Put up with the drama for mines
Buy a house on the water for mines
I ball like LeBron in his prime
Never dropping the ball or a dime
I'm always ready to go
Like when you put your car up in drive

(Oouuu)
(Yea)

I gotta survive
(Yea)
I got too much to live for
Remember them days I was trapping
Passing that shit thru the window
I had the mic in the living room
I was recording the intro
Yea we started out with nothing
I promise it was never simple

Got a lot on my mind
But I'm chasing this money

Gotta stray from the duppy
Do they hate or they love me?

It's a doggy dog world
And these nixxas is puppies

I do my thing
Stay in my lane
Get paid in a hurry

Got a lot on my mind
But I'm chasing this money

Gotta stray from the duppy
Do they hate or they love me?

It's a doggy dog world
And these nixxas is puppies

I do my thing
Stay in my lane
Get paid in a hurry

Everything they speak is Fiction
Mammy almost see eviction
Only real up in my section...
In deh booth like I vote for election...
(Aye)
I got alot on my mind
I put my life on the line
I don't really think they see the talent
Man I think my VI people blind

Only time they duh act tough
Is behind the keyboard typing

Summer hot
But the beach packed
And the mampi them biting...

High grade when I writing
And a elephant when we vybzing

Back then in the living room
We be fooling round freestyling

(Aye)
Trapping we push out the window
Babylon pull up they come looking info
Nixxas out yah killing for something simple
Whipping deh whip till I crash like ah cymbal

(Aye)
You will geh smoke like a Newport
Bin in the game I'm a good sport
They gone test me cause I lil' short
Skinny nigga with a big heart

Had to get it on my own
Tizzi had single parent as ah youth...
(Yeah)
Young niggas raised in the streets
Always ready to shoot
Hope you ready to hoop

These nixxas poop
Bring deh shovel let me scoop
TizZi hotter than ah soup

Imma blow up like an nuke
Drinking liquor til we puke

I put my soul in deh booth...

Got a lot on my mind
But I'm chasing this money

Gotta stray from the duppy
Do they hate or they love me?

It's a doggy dog world
And these nixxas is puppies

I do my thing
Stay in my lane
Get paid in a hurry

Written by:
AJ DaVinchi, Tizzi Tizzi

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