Raekwon - Own My Mind lyrics
[Raekwon - Own My Mind lyrics]
It's like real niggas blow off a fucking head
Ya'll niggas don't know provides
This the real story
Six degrees all the way to the black Lee's
The mac squeeze catch you in the open
Click-clack, pass the keys, homey
Moving through the town, we there
Out of towners get the stare down
Clap you for your blue Nike air's
You a wild comrade, well I'm a wilder one
We've been pumping crack since nine
I run foul with a pile of sons
Moving through the city getting thousands
Digging them wallets, slide in
To Olive Garden, wilding
Fourty cal's and eagles, buying teeth
Gleamy on the set
Fly to Union Square, we legal
Pussy niggas jet
The old code better blow to the death
Get ya niggas out the yard
No behind bars, we buying niggas jets
It's just a movement that came
Right out of a blueprint
Two bents, this is how real we gotta roll
Think Cuban hit
This is how a general remains
Always be a soldier, don't tell
When real niggas die in reign
While we come blow shit now
Moving in them fly roses, it's
All old to us, dick, rubbing our noses
I should of bought my momma a plane
Matter fact
Two helicopters and a motherfucking
Chain that stay built your son is your man
Let him do what he provides for you
Buy you some land, ride for you
Jet to the highest estate
Cake out and just bling on it
Yeah, lord
That's what I'm talking bout family
Word up, we need like, fourty more of them
Lord and we gon' just let you get in
Youknowhatimsayin?
You know you that nigga, Daddy-O
Youknowhatimean?
We just wanna hear more of that street shit
Man
Just give me some more, lord, word up, man
I'm faithfull, go 'head, yo, yo
You know I get down for you
Ya'll niggas don't know provides
This the real story
Six degrees all the way to the black Lee's
The mac squeeze catch you in the open
Click-clack, pass the keys, homey
Moving through the town, we there
Out of towners get the stare down
Clap you for your blue Nike air's
You a wild comrade, well I'm a wilder one
We've been pumping crack since nine
I run foul with a pile of sons
Moving through the city getting thousands
Digging them wallets, slide in
To Olive Garden, wilding
Fourty cal's and eagles, buying teeth
Gleamy on the set
Fly to Union Square, we legal
Pussy niggas jet
The old code better blow to the death
Get ya niggas out the yard
No behind bars, we buying niggas jets
It's just a movement that came
Right out of a blueprint
Two bents, this is how real we gotta roll
Think Cuban hit
This is how a general remains
Always be a soldier, don't tell
When real niggas die in reign
While we come blow shit now
Moving in them fly roses, it's
All old to us, dick, rubbing our noses
I should of bought my momma a plane
Matter fact
Two helicopters and a motherfucking
Chain that stay built your son is your man
Let him do what he provides for you
Buy you some land, ride for you
Jet to the highest estate
Cake out and just bling on it
Yeah, lord
That's what I'm talking bout family
Word up, we need like, fourty more of them
Lord and we gon' just let you get in
Youknowhatimsayin?
You know you that nigga, Daddy-O
Youknowhatimean?
We just wanna hear more of that street shit
Man
Just give me some more, lord, word up, man
I'm faithfull, go 'head, yo, yo
You know I get down for you