"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 Lees, 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 Airs
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
Forty 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, forty 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 faithful. Go 'head, yo, yo, you know I get down for you
Cuban Linx Part 2