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j. stone - mind on a million lyrics

[chorus: j. stone]
you can’t take the heat, get the f-ck out the kitchen
ain’t the man on the moon, i’m the man on a mission
got my mind on a million so i grind for a million
and it’s a different type of swag like they signed me for a million
you can’t take the heat, get the f-ck out the kitchen
ain’t the man on the moon, i’m the man on a mission
got my mind on a million so i grind for a million
and it’s a different type of swag like they signed me for a million

[verse 1: j. stone]
yeah, i’m in my bag, this a different kind of swag
so we gon’ bleed the lab to get that million dollar bag
i used to drive a maxima, a bimmer and a jag
bought that lowrider just to hit the switches on they -ss
on the road to riches, i’m a savage
you can keep that p-ssy, b-tch, i had it
bossed up, i’m on a different status
ran laps, you can catch my stats
real n-gga, you can check my tats
flows colder than the skiers out in aspen
should i cop the maybach or the aston?
all these backwoods i’m ashin’
n-gga stuck in the past tense
me, i’m lookin’ forward, not backwards
tryna explore the whole atlas
i come from stashin’ blowers in a mattress

[chorus: j. stone & curren$y]
you can’t take the heat, get the f-ck out the kitchen
ain’t the man on the moon, i’m the man on a mission
got my mind on a million so i grind for a million
and it’s a different type of swag like they signed me for a million
you can’t take the heat, get the f-ck out the kitchen
ain’t the man on the moon, i’m the man on a mission (turn it up a little bit for me)
got my mind on a million so i grind for a million (yeah)
and it’s a different type of swag like they signed me for a million (yeah, uh)

[verse 2: curren$y]
this eastside andretti, saggin’ in that rag chevy
know i’m from new orleans, though i f-ck with california heavy
stayin’ ready, focused, ’cause i see that loot approachin’
we gon’ get this heist in motion, get these vault doors open
let us count up in the mornin’, dressed fresh as my [?]
stretchin’ them investments, i’m forever paid
n-ggas like [?] infectin’ the section
gotta get ’em out our circle, they don’t follow directions
corvette [?] 911 turbos we flexin’
on one l!ck while we plottin’ out the next one
gotta keep ’em guessin’
jet life ’til we die, though the vibe is forever
andretti og, n-gga, i’m high as ever
real n-ggas put they minds together
they can buy whatever, towers as tall as
plans as big as— you can’t name ’em
if you want it, gotta claim it, what your aim is?

[verse 3: j. stone]
uh, ralphs to the penthouse, come and sight-see
3x-tall used to be my white tee
now i’m shoppin’ at the mall for some nikes
then hit saks and spend a couple hundred on a white tee
they say it ain’t trickin’ if you got it
but i got it and i ain’t trickin’
every day i eat like it’s thanksgivin’
no handouts, f-ck what them banks lendin’
cut some people off, wasn’t cut from my cloth
them n-ggas soft, they ain’t from where i come from at all
some b-tches lost in the sauce, just wanna get tossed
before i grew up i knew i was gon’ be a boss
shout out to black sam and the homie nip
and f-ck the middleman ’cause we don’t owe ’em sh-t
dropped that “all get right”, told you my flow was sick
[?] this whole rap, i ain’t wrote this sh-t

- j stone lyrics

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