Royce da 5'9", Kid Vishis - Mind Right lyrics

Smoke some fuckin' dope
And try to get your mind right
Smoke some fuckin' dope
And try to get your mind right
Smoke some fuckin' dope
And try to get your mind right
Smoke some fuckin' dope
And try to get your mind right

My name is Kid Vishis and
I provide for the smokers
For the soldiers that only smoke
Weed that'll choke ya
Get that Indica into ya
It's gon' feel euphoric
Couple puffs of this stuff
You gon' feel you orbit

Smoke some fuckin' dope
And try to get your mind right
Smoke some fuckin' dope
And try to get your mind right
Smoke some fuckin' dope
And try to get your mind right
Smoke some fuckin' dope
And try to get your mind right

I'm from an era where you
Hear killing burials happen
You from the era when the
Only killing you seen
Was a little nigga named Terry
Dancing goofy shit
From your stereo blaster, wifing up groupies
Claiming a gang
When you ain't banging a thang
Giving a thought at STD is the
Only time you clapping a ratchet
I roll a blunt
And get the masses to match it
Imagine that, use the world as
An ashtray, I'm ashin' that, after I rap

Smoke some fuckin' dope
And try to get your mind right
Smoke some fuckin' dope
And try to get your mind right
Smoke some fuckin' dope
And try to get your mind right
Smoke some fuckin' dope
And try to get your mind right

My son say: "I got a girlfriend"
Good job son
My daughter say: "I got a boyfriend"
I load a shotgun
I'm not one for you young, dumb
And full of cum niggas i come with a drum
Spittin' for my little girls innocence
With ignorance, that's how I'm livin'
I'm feelin' it, cool
And so would you, if you abide by the rules
And my children are unborn
This is a message to the future
Tell 'em to come for 'em, 'fore I shoot ya

Smoke some fuckin' dope
And try to get your mind right
Smoke some fuckin' dope
And try to get your mind right
Smoke some fuckin' dope
And try to get your mind right
Smoke some fuckin' dope
And try to get your mind right

I'm out here tryin' to get the
Kinda cake that lawyers make bar for bar
I'm harder than the testing lawyers take
The game's a waste and It's
Full of these disloyal fakes
Say they a riot
But you gon' find out til' it's too late
I'm tryin' live a life of happiness
Fuck all this trashy shit
Give me some flashy shit, 'fore I get scrappy
Slap happy, rap nasty
You niggas know you don't want
It with me bruh
Act like I ain't even worth a feature?
Master from the streets, I'm a con creature
Here to defeat ya, meet the reaper
It's ya teacher i'm the doctor and I order
You to smoke some reefer, toke some cheeba
Then go to sleep, but when you
Wake you gon' call like: "Vish, i need ya"

And you know what I'm gon' tell you?
Smoke some fuckin' dope
And get your mind right