Mind Games lyrics

by

King Los


[Intro: Soundz]
You know we going in

[Hook: Soundz]
I can't tell sometime with these b*tches
Do they want me or do they want my riches?
This lifestyle that I got is so expensive
I remember when I didn't have a pot to p*ss in
Or there go you over there, with your hands out
Now when you see me in the room, I stand out

I'm the man now, I'm the man now (x3)

[Verse 1: King Los]
Let's have a conversation with the competition
I’m finna rip your constituents in your composition
Your confidence and your compliments was all a compilation
It gets intimate as I implement all the complications
That ain't your jump shot
That's a fixed rim
Thought it was peaches and cream
That sh*t a bit slim
I pen puns like Pun's pen
Beat you n*ggas at everything
And still ain't got one win
Okay, six rings bells to me
Sick things
Jordan had six rings
This some 3-6 mafia sixteens
Had 99 problems
I had to flip on you b*tches
But when they upside down
I’m number 6 from the 6ers, that’s Doctor
Jay the only one that deserve my accolade
Kicked a freestyle but I ain't ever did a track with 'Ye
It ain't no secret
It's the sh*t that every rapper say
The sh*t a n*gga rap is the sh*t these rappers would rather say
I'm wreaking havoc
But we can have it
Meet me in traffic
I'm way up like I sleep in the attic
But I'm never sleep
Get the sleep of a addict
Boy, while you sleeping, I'm at it
I feast on the weak and dramatic
Look how deeply I crafted these verses
n*ggas cop my sh*t just to keep it in plastic
Peep it, I'm classic
We could let the wiz khali
It's always the ones that's so honest that got some sh*t to hide
I say this in cadence on haters go find a di*k to ride
I waited with patience to make it
And now I'm dignified
I'm lately debated as greatest
I'll let your b*tch decide
You a bush, n*gga
Who been the worst leader?
We got something in common
I ain't write this verse either
[Hook]
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