All In My Mind 8Ball & MJG (Ft. South Circle)

[Verse 1: Thorough]
They told me to come clever
Whatever he don't make, it's on you
So I be who I be, and do what I gotta do
I'm one of the few, the proud and the pimpest
In this business, I be the swiftest when I kick this
As if you didn't know, it's Thorough from that Suave Camp (Ugh)
Best vamp, champ, or get licked like a mail stamp
Amps and beats, techniques is what I come with
Gangsters and pimps and ballers is who I fuck with

[Verse 2: Mr. Mike]
Fuck, nobody's safe when I see demons in the mirror
Wicked as fuck, feeling like a murderin' killer
Witness, I'm on the defense like Johnny Coch'
Now, give up your things, mister, before this Glock hit the proper spot
Blocks on phones, they won't leave they homes, peeping through cracks
'Cause blacks be coming back from all that past crap
Strap on your bulletproof vest and combat boots
It's Nigga-Nigga Day (Ugh), and this time we gon' bomb on you
Baby-blue eyes, disguise, that's wise
Made me lose my nine-five, got myself a four-five, I'm—
Aiming, spraying, not playing with their vertebraes
These the murder days
So many niggas must come wicked, we done heard of ways