[Chorus: GooseByTheWay]
My mind made up
Count that money, that's the only thing you save up
Don't got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up?
Keep puttin' pussy over profit, boy, you played out
Yeah, yeah, my mind made up
Count that money, that's the only thing you save up
Don't got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up?
Keep puttin' pussy over profit, boy, you played out
[Verse 1: GooseByTheWay & Conway the Machine]
Hear me? Yeah, fear is a system we all accustomed to
Havin' faith, I ain't believe, 'cause I had nothin' new
I was strugglin' makin' ends meet
Thirty-four, nigga, and none of my friends speak
I'm chasin' M's but hopefully them ends meet
Had enough of the struggle, time to make it bubble
Had to get up out my feelings, get it off the muscle
Nobody givin' you shit, I had to grind
'Cause my presence, nigga, somethin' that's divine (Woo, woo)
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
The Prezi on the left hand, the boy set precedents, damn
The bezel and band dance like Elephant Man (Hahaha)
They still tryna further their careers, but don't ever advance (Ah)
Every time Machine drop a record, it mess with they plans
BJ modified the AR, so the weapon enhanced (Brr, brr)
Young boy got the switch on the pole, you get wet if you glance
Damn, private table at the Hard Rock
Machine bettin' seventy grand, and that's on every hand (Hahaha)
My mind made up
Count that money, that's the only thing you save up
Don't got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up?
Keep puttin' pussy over profit, boy, you played out
Yeah, yeah, my mind made up
Count that money, that's the only thing you save up
Don't got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up?
Keep puttin' pussy over profit, boy, you played out
[Verse 1: GooseByTheWay & Conway the Machine]
Hear me? Yeah, fear is a system we all accustomed to
Havin' faith, I ain't believe, 'cause I had nothin' new
I was strugglin' makin' ends meet
Thirty-four, nigga, and none of my friends speak
I'm chasin' M's but hopefully them ends meet
Had enough of the struggle, time to make it bubble
Had to get up out my feelings, get it off the muscle
Nobody givin' you shit, I had to grind
'Cause my presence, nigga, somethin' that's divine (Woo, woo)
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
The Prezi on the left hand, the boy set precedents, damn
The bezel and band dance like Elephant Man (Hahaha)
They still tryna further their careers, but don't ever advance (Ah)
Every time Machine drop a record, it mess with they plans
BJ modified the AR, so the weapon enhanced (Brr, brr)
Young boy got the switch on the pole, you get wet if you glance
Damn, private table at the Hard Rock
Machine bettin' seventy grand, and that's on every hand (Hahaha)
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