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dancehall mafia - mind works lyrics

[intro: ghetto]
my mind works like my nine works
i’m not ashamed that i came from the dirt
my mind works like my nine works
i’m not ashamed that i came from the dirt

[verse 1: ghetto]
yo, listen, young and i’m black and i’m unemployed
and i’ve got my gun packed like i shoot to enjoy
marce was a stupid boy
talking like he knows me, i’m like “who’s this boy?”
where does he live? i wanna shoot this boy
street or the crib, i wanna shoot this boy
man or a kid, i’m gonna shoot this boy
put two in his rib, i wanna shoot this boy, so
this is just entertainment
the sound of the street, there is no replacement
come like notting hill, shotting on the pavement
show me the alizé, pass me the blaze, man
some say my life needs rearrangement
make dough quick ’cause i’ve got no patience
boydem keep me under surveillance
and these toy cops, bet they’re federal agents

[chorus: ghetto]
my mind works like my nine works
when i load it up, i spit real fireworks
i’m not ashamed that i came from the dirt
i’m not ashamed i was raised in the church
my mind works like my nine works
when i load it up, i spit real fireworks
i’m not ashamed that i came from the dirt
i’m not ashamed i was raised in the church
[verse 2: stanaman]
stanaman’s too hot in the game
i’m on top of the game, they dun know that i’m locking the game
i cause pain to these n++++s in the game
drug game or the thug game, it’s my game
and my name’s too hot for the street game
street fame or street names, it’s all the same
everybody wants a little bit of fame
roll with the big cash and the big chains
and the big guns and big clips
everybody wants to push whips and get rich
everybody wants to act big and buss clips
everybody wants to chat sh+t and talk sh+t, it’s all good, like
big clips
everybody wants to push whips and get rich
everybody wants to act big and buss clips
everybody wants to talk sh+t and chat sh+t, i’m telling them

[chorus: ghetto]
my mind works like my nine works
when i load it up, i spit real fireworks
i’m not ashamed that i came from the dirt
i’m not ashamed i was raised in the church
my mind works like my nine works
when i load it up, i spit real fireworks
i’m not ashamed that i came from the dirt
i’m not ashamed i was raised in the church
[verse 3: rage]
yeah, some say that my talk is cheap, how can my talk be cheap?
blud, man, the talk is deep
i ain’t tryna be thugged out
rudeboy, when i speak i reflect the street
pr+cks wanna talk their beef, but blud, can you walk the beef?
i suggest you [?] the beef
you don’t want your mums to grieve
anyway, you’ll gets murked, that’s what i believe
you best retrieve rudeboys ’cause you might receive
hollow tip slugs from this desert eag’
so rest your beef ’cause you might just rest in peace
my silencer silence n++++s so it’s hard to sleep
infrared clock heads so it’s hard to peek
hard to creep, hard to think you’re hard as me
i’m the best mc here, n+++a, arguably
rage mc, slewing n++++s blatantly

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