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Artiste:
French Montana
Titre:
State Of Mind
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Some people like to get away Take a holiday from the neighborhood Take flights in Miami beach or to Hollywood But I take it for granted huh On that hustle with the line I’m in the New York state of mind Fornication at an all-time high Tryina make it with a full time job I mean damn near lotto, damn near robbery Coming from the bottom, see grinding never bothered me Bookin on this foe while my brain fried Hustle by the same sign serving them Leanin off the ash, had the same job Sacrifices, going through the crisis Working with a little, got negotiatin crisis All the years we was real close Now I see these faces on the pictures Man, wishing we was here toastin’ There it is what it be But this time I take away your misery and make it mine Some people like to get away Take a holiday from the neighborhood Take flights in Miami beach or to Hollywood But I take it for granted huh On that hustle with the line I’m in the New York state of mind Can I live with prices in my head? Talk the life is doin bizz, say I help em learn to pray Turn my high thoughts to a jackpot Hard head niggas soft ass shorty, ass soft in the hard top Clean with it, 30 clip – makin lean wit it Niggas talkin bout but we live it See we sidin, try and keep it on me Body & soul, fast money and hoes We’re gonna hate you til you leave Matter of fatigue All winter, fish the chief, Long John Silver Lows with the highs, sweatin tellin lies Singing to the boys, got everybody doin time Today one payday, everyone greedy Second place first loose, we made it Takin easy Call the many lions hit the block when your baby crying Have to slay the mount deggen killing freedom signs Slip through the back door, come clap the back board Get it when you’re supposed to, never when you aks for it Fuck niggas seeing copy, aks in gobbie Niggas hall trees, we cover all ends Back to the top, throw the top in the back in the coupe mean Bitch see the crib, try to move in Herb those, hoes never turned good bitches But the good bitches turned hoes Long ball with us Some people like to get away Take a holiday from the neighborhood Take flights in Miami beach or to Hollywood But I take it for granted huh On that hustle with the line I’m in the New York state of mind