Great Minds lyrics

VERSE 1... (Snake Hollywood)

I was on the block doin circles in the Benz

Pyrex pot, glass thick as Urkel's lens

Textin my connect Im finna see u for that work

Trappin out the 'jects, we had the pheans goin berzerk

I ain't never met a problem that a Ruger couldn't solve

Shots wizzin through, penmanship sentence u to God

Money on my mind, money in the linens of my pockets

Flippin product n*ggas dying to make these profits (out here)

I know some n*ggas that'll hit u for a couple hunnid

& hoes swallow so much nut u gotta pump their stomachs

I seen guns jam & explode... in the hands of the man that was tryna unload it

I breeze through & floss wit fly b@!ches
I done seen pheans sniff more dope up than Todd Bridges

I done seen G'z lose their corners & cry rivers

Mobbin in the fast lane, puttin God first like my last name

But im still on the block pitchin them rocks

Phenobarbital withdrawal had a n*gga stomach in knots--twitchin

In a truck sittin pretty wit a cluck dippin

Low enough to choke her up, zero f#cks given... sh*ttin... livin... yea... listen..





VERSE 2... (Dave East)

Lately n*ggas just hate cause they ain't me

Wanna send me heat wit no AC

Think im sweet? Taste me, how much u really want it?
Enough to put a mil on it or ya deal on it?

Next year first class guess who Im goin wit

My own n*ggas, see I paid my own trips

Rock my own ice, smoke my own zips

Sell at my own price, get rich off my own sh*t

Tropicana the whip, couple hammers legit, Hunnid dancers to split

Me and you on the road, bandannas cameras & piff

You hand to hand is a myth, panoramic my views... Balmain on the stitch

Wasn't dressed for the game so me I just played the bench

Flinch soon as I jump, that paranoia done got you

Mix em when we hustle then zip em up like a tent

I feel like Birdie in Above the Rim, Razor blade right up under my tongue like I just wanna win

Talk to God all the time I ain't wanna sin
Keep my circle tight, square n*ggas I dont want em in

Drop 6 was spotless, b@#ches was topless....



VERSE 3... (Snake Hollywood)

Flexin like Lee Haney wit the weed & xaneys

Brainey n*gga wit a zaney flow, stayed in Lo

& Hilfiger, trappin & spillin liquor, the passion of a real n*gga

Who carried biscuits like all-day

Livonia, Mother Gaston to Broadway

B#!ches wit wack pus*y we f#ck em & yawn OY VEY...

This is heavy intellectual street sh#t

Lagerfeld leathers on top of the Gucci Fleece Knit, (G-Sh#t)

Hot 97 rhyme ready, chop & bag the dope to clock Feddy, yall dont hear me...

They say great minds thinks alike

Im thinkin bread, mold green, the color of envy & Kryptonite

Yo I been livin like a savage since I touched the cabbage

Lavish hustles from Paris to Brussels, Louis V jackets buckled

Stacks in duffles, strap on the hip, envision this classic shuffle (bloaw)

Yo, dont take my civilized nature for some soft sh*t

I got them reinforcements wit them four fif's gripped

Air it out, clear it out, u on the menu fool

Bodies chopped up, dropped in a swimming pool

Brooklyn on my back, Queens on my chest

Staten Island & The Boogie down but to flex

Got Harlem killas in them oversized fitteds

My long Island & Yonkers n*ggas'll be out here in 5 minutes

We gone take this sh#t back to the frontier

Essentially n*gga, ya dealin wit a Mecca affair

Living like the killas do

The chopper under the couch in the living room--BLOAW leave n*ggas in ruins

These n*ggas is goons, these n*ggas is ooohh....