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letra de mind works - deep green

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[verse 1]
i’ve been standing on the block n-gga, all day
i put my fingers in the box, no foreplay
getting guap, that’s my forte
nitties tryna blame the phone box for the short change
feds want me in the dock on a court case
lifed off, doors locked, keys thrown away
the roads are bait but i won’t change
tryna see a lot of purple like the soul play
my past full of road rage
fake love and b-tch boys we call snakes
that’s why i only roll with a few bruddas
cah the rest, i don’t really know their true colours
these n-ggas will easy touch your fist
but when your back’s turned
best believe they’re scheming on your sh-t
and set bruddas hold feelings on the strip
it takes an argument for them to start squealing like a b-tch
but i don’t give a sh-t, i’m chilling while i get joke
fam i get dough even though that the feds know
and you’ll never make money from that wet smoke
i can bring a oz to life, i make a z walk
time to grab a yout man
cause every little helps like tesco’s
i’ve got the best crow, i collect notes
phone’s on fire, feeling like it’s bout to explode
[hook]
i’m tryna figure out how my mind works
how my everyday life can make a tight verse
straight facts when i write words
me lying to you, man i’d rather ride a five bird
i’m from a freezing block, iceberg
tryna turn green to guap, crime work
straight facts when i write words
me lying to you, man i’d rather ride a five bird

[verse 2]
and fam my ends are loco
need a new spot to hide skengs from po-po
and this music, man it’s not really paying off
i might have to leave it for remz and coco
link phoned me up, said he’s got some cheap work
but if i want the peng, that’s more dough
so f-ck that, i might have to cop that
i need suttin with a little strength to go home
cause i won’t sleep if the bud’s weak
that’s the type of sh-t to leave me up for a week
toss and turn in my sheets, thinking bout the streets
and the topic of the day is what i’m spitting on the beat
yeah my mind’s kinda f-cked but it still works
trapped on the roads, stuck in between two curbs
true words, nothing but the facts fam
i could never tell a lie, you can ask magz
[hook]
i’m tryna figure out how my mind works
how my everyday life can make a tight verse
straight facts when i write words
me lying to you, man i’d rather ride a five bird
i’m from a freezing block, iceberg
tryna turn green to guap, crime work
straight facts when i write words
me lying to you, man i’d rather ride a five bird

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