Speak My Mind lyrics

[Verse 1]

Leave your ace on his face, free killer Cam n*gga murder was his case. (What else?)
Hit the scoreboard n*gga, leave what you thinking on the floorboard n*gga. (What else?)
This chain cost 80, I'm a cash money millionaire like baby. (What else?)
n*ggas thinking it's a game, I'm beefing with some rappers and I dont know none of their names. (What else?)
He acting like it's good, on the internet but he can't go back to his hood. (What else?)
n*gga acting like Gotti, he ain't slide through but he keeps catching bodies. (What else?)
n*ggas dressed in all black, cater on my lap is how we do it in Iraq (What else?)
Free my brother Stink, all headshots n*ggas better not blink. (What else?)

[Chorus x2]

Imma speak my mind, I don't f*ck with your kind you be lying on a n*gga though. Trynna block my shine b*tch I been on my grind, what you lying on a n*gga for? Throwing salt in my name, throwing salt on my game, what you mad at a n*gga for? That's a motherf*cking shame, you a motherf*cking lame. You'll never be that n*gga though

[Verse 2]

Backup n*gga, backup only b*tch I love is my motherf*cking chopper. (What else?)
I'm the most hated di*k so good that your girlfriend ate it. (What else?)
I heard it's a war, I'll open up a n*gga brain like a door. (What else?)
I be purging with my bros, lifting up suckas like Lamborghini doors. (What else?)
These rap n*ggas phony, they claim one mob cause they cliqued up on me. (What else?)
I'm really in the field, I'm a mandatory check a n*gga with the steal. (What else?)
They banned you from Sac, n*gga stop lying in yo motherf*cking raps. (What else?)
You think the boy broke, my drill team n*ggas, they'll kill you for the low. (What else?)
[Chorus]

Imma speak my mind, I don't f*ck with your kind you be lying on a n*gga though. Trynna block my shine b*tch I been on my grind, what you lying on a n*gga for? Throwing salt in my name, throwing salt on my game, what you mad at a n*gga for? That's a motherf*cking shame, you a motherf*cking lame. You'll never be that n*gga though

[Verse 3]

I'm fighting for my life, you the type of n*gga who be fighting for yo wife. (What else?)
You dont wanna see me win, 3 times 10 with a Z up on the end. (What else?)
Imma speak my mind, alot of these n*ggas trynna block my shine. (What else?)
Jerome hold em on the rounds, riding through the town trynna knock sum down. (What else?)
These rap n*ggas fake, n*gga you a rat imma feed you to the snakes. (What else?)
I ain't ever had sh*t, all I ever wanted was a project b*tch. (What else?)
Them 30 boys gone, shoutout to them baby K's n*ggas in the O. (What else?)
I do it for the team, 5 point 7 blow a n*gga out his jeans. (What else?)

[Chorus]

Imma speak my mind, I don't f*ck with your kind you be lying on a n*gga though. Trynna block my shine b*tch I been on my grind, what you lying on a n*gga for? Throwing salt in my name, throwing salt on my game, what you mad at a n*gga for? That's a motherf*cking shame, you a motherf*cking lame. You'll never be that n*gga though