Mind Games lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm thinkin', "How in the f*ck could you play with me, I'm the one that put you on?"
She wanna sit down and play my songs
Mind games, my mind blown
She just wanna feel famous when she take pictures in my home
Sittin' back, blowin' on strong
Callin' my daughter on the phone
She like "When you coming home?"
And my b*tch wanna know when I'm coming home
It's a couple things I don't know
All I know is I been wrong
In a Beamer, I ain't goin' slow
Finna put that b*tch on the road

[Verse]
Switch on the Glock with a .50 on it, yeah, f*ck it, I might go rogue
He got a headshot, he on the floor
They be like "Get him, can't get 'em, like why the f*ck I don't hit 'em?"
Don't speak on thе G.O.A.T
He went from b*tchin' to twitchin, I got that lil' n*gga gone
I'm on a pеrky, I'm itchin', I'm itchin', I'm itchin', I'm itchin', I'm feeling alone
Choppa hit 'em and his b*tch, get to flippin', I can't make no more songs
I'm smilin', the illest, I'm spittin', it's written in stone
I'm kiddin', not kiddin', oh
She get on her knees and blow
That drake I'm gon' squeeze, like jeez Louise
The car had no keys and I'm gone
They wanna count me out
I been keepin' it real but they wanna play me like I'm wrong
Compared to yo bankin' accountant, I been gettin' a bigger amount n*gga off a song
And it ain't the fact that you switched n*gga, its the way that sh*t came off
You get hit in the head if you've been with 'em
Guarantee that sh*t won't stay off
New racks I'm making a lot
Brand new Jag, take it off the lot
New ARP but I'm totin' a Glock
I'm going out like a G.O.A.T if the feds try to hit the spot
I bet you ain't that n*gga, take his spot
b*tch, I'm going fed', I do it a lot
He hit in the head if he be with the Opps
[Bridge]
(You know? Sometimes I feel like a G.O.A.T)
(My daughter be playin' my music she look at me like, on everything "You going crazy")
(sh*ttin' on all my Opps)

[Chorus]
I'm thinkin', "How in the f*ck could you play with me, I'm the one that put you on?"
She wanna sit down and play my songs
Mind games, my mind blown
She just wanna feel famous when she take pictures in my home
Sittin' back, blowin' on strong
Callin' my daughter on the phone
She like "When you coming home?"
And my b*tch wanna know when I'm coming home
It's a couple things I don't know
All I know is I been wrong
In a Beamer, I ain't goin' slow
Finna put that b*tch on the road (Road)