Speak My Mind

[Verse 1]

Leave your ace on his face, free killer Cam nigga murder was his case. (What else?)
Hit the scoreboard nigga, leave what you thinking on the floorboard nigga. (What else?)
This chain cost 80, I'm a cash money millionaire like baby. (What else?)
Niggas thinking it's a game, I'm beefing with some rappers and I dont know none of their names. (What else?)
He acting like it's good, on the internet but he can't go back to his hood. (What else?)
Nigga acting like Gotti, he ain't slide through but he keeps catching bodies. (What else?)
Niggas dressed in all black, cater on my lap is how we do it in Iraq (What else?)
Free my brother Stink, all headshots niggas better not blink. (What else?)

[Chorus x2]

Imma speak my mind, I don't fuck with your kind you be lying on a nigga though. Trynna block my shine bitch I been on my grind, what you lying on a nigga for? Throwing salt in my name, throwing salt on my game, what you mad at a nigga for? That's a motherfucking shame, you a motherfucking lame. You'll never be that nigga though

[Verse 2]

Backup nigga, backup only bitch I love is my motherfucking chopper. (What else?)
I'm the most hated dick so good that your girlfriend ate it. (What else?)
I heard it's a war, I'll open up a nigga brain like a door. (What else?)
I be purging with my bros, lifting up suckas like Lamborghini doors. (What else?)
These rap niggas phony, they claim one mob cause they cliqued up on me. (What else?)
I'm really in the field, I'm a mandatory check a nigga with the steal. (What else?)
They banned you from Sac, nigga stop lying in yo motherfucking raps. (What else?)
You think the boy broke, my drill team niggas, they'll kill you for the low. (What else?)

[Chorus]

Imma speak my mind, I don't fuck with your kind you be lying on a nigga though. Trynna block my shine bitch I been on my grind, what you lying on a nigga for? Throwing salt in my name, throwing salt on my game, what you mad at a nigga for? That's a motherfucking shame, you a motherfucking lame. You'll never be that nigga though

[Verse 3]

I'm fighting for my life, you the type of nigga who be fighting for yo wife. (What else?)
You dont wanna see me win, 3 times 10 with a Z up on the end. (What else?)
Imma speak my mind, alot of these niggas trynna block my shine. (What else?)
Jerome hold em on the rounds, riding through the town trynna knock sum down. (What else?)
These rap niggas fake, nigga you a rat imma feed you to the snakes. (What else?)
I ain't ever had shit, all I ever wanted was a project bitch. (What else?)
Them 30 boys gone, shoutout to them baby K's niggas in the O. (What else?)
I do it for the team, 5 point 7 blow a nigga out his jeans. (What else?)

[Chorus]

Imma speak my mind, I don't fuck with your kind you be lying on a nigga though. Trynna block my shine bitch I been on my grind, what you lying on a nigga for? Throwing salt in my name, throwing salt on my game, what you mad at a nigga for? That's a motherfucking shame, you a motherfucking lame. You'll never be that nigga though