Mind Fuck

[Verse 1: Cynic] These lames they all trick n ride With them I don't really vibe I rather study character Then drink & try to socialize My pockets is alright I got my own fucking high Got my own bitches too So homie keep passing me by It's never personal, I'm telling you why Cuz I been around the world And everywhere is the same lie I been around the world, not everywhere is the same high If the homies smash your girl Guaranteed she's gonna tell you bye These broads love me, cuz I gave 'em the knowledge I teach 'em things In a couple months, they gonna learn in college Explain, create your stories While she slurping & vibing We talking religion, science, astrology Big bang theory, while she moaning & swallowing She knows I'm from the streets, so she thinks I'm astonishing I love life, I live it with no limits When it's all said & done, will they be there when I finish (when I finish, when I finish) [Hook] Yo, I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessing If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool You hit like drugs, sexy mothafucka So we can never be a couple hun Yo, I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessing If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool You hit like drugs, sexy mothafucka Fuck love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum [Verse 2: Sick Jacken] Yo, I lay back in the cut like.. The world is mine, and all I need is one mic One bottle and one broad, I Just might I still like to live the single life some nights Only problem, bitches come back when its done right Tell 'em what they wanna hear Verbal skill is dumb nice Spit in her mouth while digging her out Dick in the trout The broads dig it, cuz I'm big in the south Empty promises, no games I just can't be honest It's fuck love Groupie Puss thrown at the artists (damn) What am I to do? When she make it hard Just one thing to do, stick it in her orifice I make 'em feel like I love 'em for just a bit And always lose, when we start to play just the tip Had good times and got busted a grip It's your fault cuz you trusted the dick You're mind fucked bitch [Hook] [Verse 3: Murs] I bet I'll fuck that bitch Even though she looking at me, like I ain't shit Look I got more confidence then I got hair What chu think you a dime bitch? pft I don't care You can stand over there, thinking you too good We drinking Hennessy, so you think that we too hood Like we just some thugs, who ain't about shit But before you start to judge, let break down your outfit 50 dollar shoes with your 50 dollar dress on Homemade manicure, nothing but some press-ons Smelling like the perfume on sale at Sephora 40 Dollar bag but you paid more for it These Forever 21 broads, ain't about nothin' That's why they ass will be forever looking for husband You see 'em mind fuck 'em Break down their self-esteem Then build em back up and have playing for your team [Hook]