LYRICS FROM: 'MIND OVER MATTER' ON THE ALBUM 'OG ORIGINAL GANGSTER'
I made a promiseTo my brothers in street crime, We get paid with the use Of a sweet rhyme. We put our minds together, Made the tracks clever, Now we're checkin' More bank than ever.... So now you realize You underestimated me the Ice You thought that I was ok, But now you realize I'm nice. But that's alright, Cause I knew I'd make it in the end. Those who like me now, Might not [have] liked me then. But I'm a keep impressin' Stressin' my lesson, And keep [everyone] guess'n. Armor-plate my mind, With walls and shields, As I escape from the killing fields. Mind over matter.