Ghetto Mindstate Lil' Flip (Ft. Lyfe Jennings)
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[Talking - Lyfe Singing Over Flip talking]
WOOOO...new shit, Lil' Flip and Lyfe
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-talk to 'em Lyfe
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-talk to 'em Lyfe
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-Yea
[Hook - Lyfe]
I just can't go, I just can't stay
I just can't (you just what?)-I just can't get away
I just can't go, I just can't stay
I just can't (you just what?)-I just can't get away
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
Ay at fifteen I was makin moves
Drinkin beer-shootin dice at school(Yea)
When most niggas had a nine to five shiiit(fuck that shit)
On the block we makin nine to five grand
Each day, yeah we got cheap yay
My niggas on lock they call me on three way(hello)
The hood hot like a crock pot
Dope fiends cuttin yards for a twenty piece of crack rock
Around my way ain't nobody watchin Matlock
We tryna hot wire cars, and break pad locks
Turn soft to hard drop it in Gladlock's
And drive flashy cars and get mad props and still I want change
Last week they caught my partner with a block of caine
And can't no amount of money stop the pain
They gave him 83 years his mama went insane (Damn)
WOOOO...new shit, Lil' Flip and Lyfe
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-talk to 'em Lyfe
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-talk to 'em Lyfe
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-Yea
[Hook - Lyfe]
I just can't go, I just can't stay
I just can't (you just what?)-I just can't get away
I just can't go, I just can't stay
I just can't (you just what?)-I just can't get away
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
Ay at fifteen I was makin moves
Drinkin beer-shootin dice at school(Yea)
When most niggas had a nine to five shiiit(fuck that shit)
On the block we makin nine to five grand
Each day, yeah we got cheap yay
My niggas on lock they call me on three way(hello)
The hood hot like a crock pot
Dope fiends cuttin yards for a twenty piece of crack rock
Around my way ain't nobody watchin Matlock
We tryna hot wire cars, and break pad locks
Turn soft to hard drop it in Gladlock's
And drive flashy cars and get mad props and still I want change
Last week they caught my partner with a block of caine
And can't no amount of money stop the pain
They gave him 83 years his mama went insane (Damn)
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