My Mentality - David Dallas, Freddie Gibbs

Ice running through my veins, I’m the coldest

Give me half a chance I’ll be running with it like I stole it

You would notice if you paid attention properly, ain’t playing the lottery

I work with better odds, my favorite game is Monopoly

You copy me, get it?

Understand I’m a problem G

Ain’t no stopping me or my movement, man, this is prophecy

This is probably the reason they trying to Sarah Connor me

Or Edward Furlong in the sequel, but no apology

You’ll never hear inaudibly come from my lips

Like Beyonce at inaugurations, ain’t gonna say shit

Won’t be no prerecording it either, I just give them the ether

Freddie up on the feature, you should know the procedure

Fool, don’t act like you don’t hear the chick singing «it's all yours»

Made me a believer, out to get it at all costs

Like a young mob boss, go getter, going out like this was V for Vendetta

Trend setter, I’m the coldest

You’re drawn to the sign

S with the line, through it, bout to fall from the sky

Just some thoughts for the mind

I take a glimpse at the time

What’s the plan?

Believe the world is mine

And my mentality is money orientated

Money orientated, anything for the paper

And my mentality is money orientated

Money orientated, anything for the paper

Fuck the world and everything in it

Driveway full of pink slips, ain’t a thing rented

And if we do push that rental then we got them things in it

454 in my motor, work with some change in it

Jumped off that label and started my own shit

Don’t need no nigga to hold my dick, bitch, I’m all off my own flip

Say my attitude like Nicky from Casino

I’ll probably die buried alive, Freddie Tarantino

Keep a shoe box full of rubber bands rocking dope, I’m racked up

Blue kush and fellatio, I lay back in my 'Lac truck

Every nigga from my hood tryna make 100 stacks plus

Eastside Gary niggas, boy, these actors get wrapped up

All I wanna do is smoke a stoggy and get loaded

And go fuck with my old bitch and my new ho got demoted

But once I whip this dick on her, she might just jump back on it

Got my dough ho and my blow right off the coast of California

Bitch, we robbing, bitch, you holding

Money orientated, legacy on my conscience

Long as I did it my way, then fuck it bro, I ain’t bothered

Don’t bother popping off with the lips

Like dropping the flame in a Molotov mix

Not in your best in-trest, lit fuse d.

dot fuckin' flame thrower

Hotter than the south beach when King James came over

Painted over your little tags with end to end burners

I’ve been a quick learner, to win, I went further

Push harder, drive like Sebastian Vettel

Put my foot to the floor so hard that I broke the pedal

Killing everything you think that I made a pact with the devil

Ain’t no high strings that you can pull on so fuck Geppetto

I’m my own puppet master, pour a glass of vodka, sitting in mi casa

You ain’t in my clase, you bastards, I fathered your style, my ability

Got you sweating me but I never feel the humidity

My AC is on, nothing in this world that can take me on

So pump your brakes, be gone, I’m looking way beyond

What’s within my reach, I’m tryina grow my wing span till I got down some beat

From Auckland City, the New Delhi to Gary, Indiana

The world gonna be my oyster and don’t come on a platter

If they don’t wanna better than I do

Then I’mma keep taking it as long as I’m alive

To try stop me, man