Mind Yours lyrics

[Verse 1]
If you a b*tch, you can't politic
If you a bum ass n*gga, don't talk that sh*t
You know it's ups and downs for a real n*gga
It is what it is, exhale and deal with it
Me, I'm the TEC-9 shooter
Take your time when you bustin', keep a clip full of Lugers
Let's go back to the spot, livin' like ballers
Been having cash since fours on Monte Carlos
The city still crazy, 'cause most of us angels
It's all dead gang bangers, ask Murk
Koly helpin' me get money
See me smilin' all the time like everything funny
'Cause I'm here, yeah, it's real
Who ain't like me? Oh well, them motherf*ckers is dead
You see me comin', you see me makin' noise
You see me on the news runnin' from them boys

[Chorus]
I can't stay away from the streets
You can call me crazy, at the end of the day
My life ain't your business, my life ain't your business
My life ain't your business
I can't stay away from the streets
You can call me crazy, at the end of the day
My life ain't your business, my life ain't your business
My life ain't your business
[Verse 2]
Uh, mind your own and you might live a little longer
Navigate through this life and get a little stronger
Let me show you I'm resilient
I ain't crazy, b*tch, I'm brilliant
Know the difference from a ho ass n*gga talkin' loud
And a real killer sittin' in the background
I'm a straight fool, breakin' rules all the time
Break a whole thing down and go grind
n*gga counted twenty-two thousand, ones, fives, and tens
Took the money to my boy, now I'm grindin' again
I want luxury cars, long chrome
Drive through the hood fast or ride through slow
I got sh*t to do, I can't be sittin' on my ass
I could make a billion dollars and still come back
I ain't trippin' off a n*gga's opinion
This my life, I'ma live it how I live it

[Chorus]
I can't stay away from the streets
You can call me crazy, at the end of the day
My life ain't your business, my life ain't your business
My life ain't your business
I can't stay away from the streets
You can call me crazy, at the end of the day
My life ain't your business, my life ain't your business
My life ain't your business
[Outro]
I can't stay away from the streets
You can call me crazy, at the end of the day
My life ain't your business, my life ain't your business
My life ain't your business, b*tch
G Perico, So Way Out n*gga
Ayy, motherf*ckers say I'm goin' Hollywood, how is that?
I'm still in the hood, you know what I mean
n*ggas ain't have nothing to say when I was in the pen, them two terms or when a n*gga was shot
Ain't nobody come looking for me then, ah
Hahahaha
And I'm just a ghetto n*gga tryna go from rags to riches
And it seem like everywhere I look these days
These n*ggas hangin' with hoes and snitches
Think I'm 'bout to be around that sh*t, n*gga please
G's straight gangster
One of the last real ones left, you know what I mean?
With that bein' said, f*ck y'all