(Mustard on the beat hoe)

Loyalty, lawyer fees
Gas prices, oil fees
Passive aggressive pastors
Cheating you out your royalties
Whippin' the Fivio Foreign
All offa show money
Mo money mo problems
Is better than no money
Yo' money is yo' money
It's not mine
So why would I rob you of your manhood
And your grind
Heart vs. Mind
Life in a times
Of S.Carters the reason I wrote my rhymes
This might be the perfect time when Earth aligns
Bombs goin' off all around me I got Durk in mind
I usually spaz but Beyonce had to re-work them lines
Never know who watching thats why Malcolm had to jerk them blinds
I trust nobody
Niggas'll kill you leave no body
Niggas ain't got no room key
So why are they sittin' in your lobby?
Wanna put you in a box like they know Roddy
Tryna ride a wave but these Frank Oceans so choppy

Tryna ride a wave
If you gon' do that
At least screen free Max B or something

When the lights turn off and the cameras go out
All your homies in the wind, and the candles blown out
They spray-paint over your mural, disrespect you after death
They gon' do the same to me, I wouldn't expect nothin' less
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
R.I.P to X, can I make music for a thug?
Can I teach a young heart to show his mind how to love?
Said you can't walk in the rain without stompin' in the mud

Said you can't walk in the rain without
Somebody call Kirk Franklin, I need a witness

A witness to the unsolved murders of Big and Pac
A witness like the witness who witnessed for Nip and Pop
I don't care if he Jehovah's, I don't care if he a opp
Can we really call it snitching if a legend getting shot?
The plot thickens, six feet deep, the plot thickens
The AP off the wrist so the time stop tickin'
Who wake up on they last day, thinkin' it's they last day?
Guns still smokin', so is the roaches in the ashtray
Longevity, I hope my opps live to 70
I wish Bill Russell's lifespan on all you niggas with jealousy
The rings too, Ringo Starr, that's what I bring through
A lot of sticks and drums, stare right into the ring too
Look right into the camera, let it ring too
Slugs crawling right out of the TV like The Ring 2
Float like a butterfly, sting too
I lost my mind in the middle of the ring too

When the lights turn off and the cameras go out
All your homies in the wind, and the candles blown out
They spray-paint over your mural, disrespect you after death
They gon' do the same to me, I wouldn't expect nothin' less
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
R.I.P to X, can I make music for a thug?
Can I teach a young heart to show his mind how to love?
Said you can't walk in the rain without stompin' in the mud

Can't walk in the rain and step on Virgil's Off-White rug
It go, heart vs. Mind
Love on who love you, 'cause we running out of time
It go, heart vs. Mind
Hard to think about myself when Brittney Griner doing 9
Heart vs. Mind
Love on who loves you, 'cause we
Heart vs. Mind
Hard to think about myself when Brittney Griner doing 9

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jayceon Taylor