M.O.M (Mind over Matter)

Producer: Khail got the sauce
DT: yeah, I had some people do me wrong but i ain’t dwelling
I’m trying to keep my distance i know secrets i ain’t telling
Say life is just a test i told my brothers i ain’t failing
I see you ain’t make no profit from that product you was selling
Remember hearing shots and seeing everybody bailing
Was standing on that block, but i can see my self prevailing
My mama disappointed from that weed she was smelling
It help me meditate so everyday i was inhaling
Can’t get caught up in these streets, pray to god before i sleep,
do or die I’m trying to eat
Give a fuck about some beef, staying focused off the reef, whole village full
of chiefs
Shoot the arrow now he sleep, watch the company you keep, do this shit until
I’m deceased
Bitch my music on fleek, I be rapping to my beats, Niggas lying through their
teeth
Lord i got my own beliefs, conversations you and me
I’m just trying to keep it G!
I know you don’t question god, but i just charge it to the game
You the reason that I’m better. but you put me through this pain
Now i barely give a fuck and i won’t even say your name
Be around them long enough, you watch the closest people change
Man I’m going through a thing. I just call it motivation
I ain’t worried about the next. I’m Study, praying being patient
Do your thing I ain’t hating, moving on I ain’t waiting
Plenty of times you let me slide, I took a chance and you was skating
DAMN!
(melody)
Yk.Kid insane: False accusations being made the shit is so sick!
I’m tired of watching my back every where i dip!
I remember them days living in the SIP
Banging out everyday we had to let it rip!
We two different niggas, We can’t coexist
Our worlds is split, the time is ticking i got to sit
I ain’t hiding I’m just careful about my movement
Remain humble and get the money on some smooth shit
My wolves going crazy, yeah they trying to prove shit
My nigga said if he lose me he’s going to lose it
Speaking down on my name that’s a nuisance
Welcome back to the world I’m tying lose ends
For the shit that i did please for give my sins!
Whip work, touch ground, eight ball with a crown
Gone head sell dope, Make the white man proud!
Been there done that, I had the ounce off the ground
Sniper vision kicking in… Load another round
Hold it down for the team, Brake and enter don’t make a sound!
Push the work out of bounds
Both DT and Yk. Kid Insane:
WHOA!
Hold it (Hold it)
Clip (clip)
Reload it (reload it)
Oh No (Hold up)
Sold it (TRAP)
DOPE (TRAP)
HOLDING (TRAP)
Fiends (TRAP)
SMOKING (TRAP)…