My Mentality

[Verse 1: David Dallas] 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 ever 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 chicks singing the song Y'all 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 [Hook: David Dallas] You're drawn to the side 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 [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] 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 tryina 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: David Dallas] 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 Harder 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 hard to 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 heart strings that you can pull on so fuck Geppetto I'm my own puppet master, pour a glass of lager, sitting in mi casa You ain't in my clasa, 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 breaks, 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 Deli 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