Get Ya Mind Right

[Intro]
Ayo, it’s about time I woke up from my nap, yo
Yo, I feel like I’ve been sleeping on the game just ‘cause
A lot of shit’s been holding me back, you know
A lot of times you got to do things in your life
That hold you back from what you’re trying to accomplish
Just got to keep making moves
You feel me?

[Hook]
Better get ya mind right
Work, hustle, make moves, pay dues
‘Cause I’m hungry and I need a plate full, uh
They trying to hate, let ‘em stay hateful
Stay true to who you are, and you’ll be thankful

Better get ya mind right
Work, hustle, make moves, pay dues
‘Cause I’m hungry and I need a plate full, yo
They trying to hate, let ‘em stay hateful
Stay true to who you are (who you are)

[Verse 1]
Better get up on your hustle, rapping is the fast life
Hot for one minute then you clutching on a flashlight
Trying to find your career while you’re walking through the darkness
Never thought you’d see the day you called yourself a starving artist
Record labels are like cannibals, they’re chewing on your carcass
Starving trying to get a piece of your performance
It ain’t about the culture. It hasn’t been the same
Since ’97 rappers had a different mind frame
I understand evolution. The game will always change
But it paid for the better, now we in the ice age
Where it ain’t about them skills, but them iced out chains
Gold teeth, turning platinum grills with extended fangs
Me? Shit. I’m just trying to do my thing
Keeping faith that God is pulling on my puppet strings
That’s why I stay fly even if you pluck my wings
I’m royalty, son. You shouldn’t fuck with kings

[Hook]
Better get ya mind right
Work, hustle, make moves, pay dues
‘Cause I’m hungry and I need a plate full, uh
They trying to hate, let ‘em stay hateful
Stay true to who you are, and you’ll be thankful

Better get ya mind right
Work, hustle, make moves, pay dues
‘Cause I’m hungry and I need a plate full, yo
They trying to hate, let ‘em stay hateful
Stay true to who you are (who you are)

[Verse 2]
Yo, uh
I started rapping, I was trying to find my balance
Now I’m here to swipe the gimmicks out that got no kind of talent
Yo, my name is Thousand. You heard of me in battles?
I still do it, but I’m all about climbing ladders
I’m white, so they say I bite styles from Marshall Mathers
And to me it’s funny ‘cause I only copped his first album
I ain’t trying to be the next man, I’m trying to find myself
My music is the only thing that purified my mental health
Uh, you can’t stop me, I’ll survive an avalanche
Melt the ice off wack MCs and pose in my battle stance
I’ve come a long way from copping grams
Now I’m twenty-four going through the struggles of a modern man
But fuck it man, I’ve got to deal with what is given
We all need to keep our balance, that’s why the planet’s tilted
I’m just trying to make a difference so I came to wreck shop
Making moves even if shoes were made of cinder blocks

[Hook]
Better get ya mind right
Work, hustle, make moves, pay dues
‘Cause I’m hungry and I need a plate full, uh
They trying to hate, let ‘em stay hateful
Stay true to who you are, and you’ll be thankful

Better get ya mind right
Work, hustle, make moves, pay dues
‘Cause I’m hungry and I need a plate full, yo
They trying to hate, let ‘em stay hateful
Stay true to who you are (who you are)