Mind Games

I'm sick of them mind games, so this some brain food I ride with my niggas, we limited, minding my business, I stick with the same dudes We focused on money my nigga, my mind on the vision, ain't making no fake moves Consider myself on the brink, yea i'm trying, I swear nigga, I'm bout to break through Yea I'm stuck on rapping now Niggas hated before and they clapping now Yea I know a few niggas who acting out I ain't focused on that yea I'm passing out I fully invested my time, I had a day and some long nights Like studio chilling till 6 in the morning, recording, just getting this song right I need some more money, need some tour money, need dior money, and a coupe And money ain't everything, but without money, there's a lot of shit you can't do I got my mother man, and 3 brothers man, they relying on me to come through Can't wait till the summer man, doing numbers man, I'm gone basically live in the booth I'm sick of them mind games, so this some brain food I ride with my niggas, we limited, minding my business, I stick with the same dudes We focused on money my nigga, my mind on the vision, ain't making no fake moves Consider myself on the brink, yea I'm trying, I swear nigga, I'm bout to break through