Mind Made Up by UC Brigante Lyrics
[Verse]
First of all let me tell ya’ll imma savage
Second of all let me tell ya’ll this a classic
Third of all I don't want nobody to wait for me
Call my momma tell her just to pray for me
My momma did her best to raise me on the deen
But she don’t know all the evil that I seen
I can tell you what every young lebo needs
Parents out of touch they won’t listen to me
When you don't relate to your father then just go figure
All his life he's searching for a father figure
No disrespect but there’s a disconnect with your children
Until he comes across some older boys who knows how he’s feeling
They say youngin’ the world is cursed so be down with us
Look around nobody cares about us
They show him love and become his family
He say I ain't know I had all this anger inside of me
[Chorus]
So I made up my mind, I made up my mind
To go back being broke, I would rather die
To go back with that hoe, I would rather die
To give up on my bro, I would rather die
I made up my mind, I made up my mind
To go back being broke, I would rather die
To go back with that hoe, I would rather die
To give up on my bro, I would rather die
I made up my mind
[Verse]
At home, headphones on don’t speak to nobody
Keeps to himself hiding secrets from everybody
In the streets he said he'll die for his sister
But when he’s home and he’s angry man he just hits her
Learns not to snitch and the code of the street
Respect, honor, M.O.B, loyalty
Boy I show you how to make some money moving phetamens
Tries a bit, sells a bit, finds a routine
Ay this what weed look like, what cocaine look like
What a Glock look like, alright
Are you down to steal with us
Show you how to deal with us
Even learn to kill with us
This the life that we living
And for this I'll go to prison
I’m just losing my religion
Blame the world, blame the system
Never cared when we were children nah
Plus my teacher said I won’t be nothing so let’s thank her
Momma your sons a drug dealer and a gangster
[Chorus]
Cause I made up my mind, I made up my mind
To go back being broke, I would rather die
To go back with that hoe, I would rather die
To give up on my bro, I would rather die
I made up my mind, I made up my mind
To go back being broke, I would rather die
To go back with that hoe, I would rather die
To give up on my bro, I would rather die
I made up my mind
First of all let me tell ya’ll imma savage
Second of all let me tell ya’ll this a classic
Third of all I don't want nobody to wait for me
Call my momma tell her just to pray for me
My momma did her best to raise me on the deen
But she don’t know all the evil that I seen
I can tell you what every young lebo needs
Parents out of touch they won’t listen to me
When you don't relate to your father then just go figure
All his life he's searching for a father figure
No disrespect but there’s a disconnect with your children
Until he comes across some older boys who knows how he’s feeling
They say youngin’ the world is cursed so be down with us
Look around nobody cares about us
They show him love and become his family
He say I ain't know I had all this anger inside of me
[Chorus]
So I made up my mind, I made up my mind
To go back being broke, I would rather die
To go back with that hoe, I would rather die
To give up on my bro, I would rather die
I made up my mind, I made up my mind
To go back being broke, I would rather die
To go back with that hoe, I would rather die
To give up on my bro, I would rather die
I made up my mind
[Verse]
At home, headphones on don’t speak to nobody
Keeps to himself hiding secrets from everybody
In the streets he said he'll die for his sister
But when he’s home and he’s angry man he just hits her
Learns not to snitch and the code of the street
Respect, honor, M.O.B, loyalty
Boy I show you how to make some money moving phetamens
Tries a bit, sells a bit, finds a routine
Ay this what weed look like, what cocaine look like
What a Glock look like, alright
Are you down to steal with us
Show you how to deal with us
Even learn to kill with us
This the life that we living
And for this I'll go to prison
I’m just losing my religion
Blame the world, blame the system
Never cared when we were children nah
Plus my teacher said I won’t be nothing so let’s thank her
Momma your sons a drug dealer and a gangster
[Chorus]
Cause I made up my mind, I made up my mind
To go back being broke, I would rather die
To go back with that hoe, I would rather die
To give up on my bro, I would rather die
I made up my mind, I made up my mind
To go back being broke, I would rather die
To go back with that hoe, I would rather die
To give up on my bro, I would rather die
I made up my mind