Deep Green – Mind Works

I’ve been standing on the block nigga, all day
I put my fingers in the box, no foreplay
Getting guap, that’s my forte
Nitties tryna blame the phone box for the short change
Feds want me in the dock on a court case
Lifed off, doors locked, keys thrown away
The roads are bait but I won’t change
Tryna see a lot of purple like the soul play
My past full of road rage
Fake love and bitch boys we call snakes
That’s why I only roll with a few bruddas
Cah the rest, I don’t really know their true colours
These niggas will easy touch your fist
But when your back’s turned
Best believe they’re scheming on your shit
And set bruddas hold feelings on the strip
It takes an argument for them to start squealing like a bitch
But I don’t give a shit, I’m chilling while I get joke
Fam I get dough even though that the feds know
And you’ll never make money from that wet smoke
I can bring a oz to life, I make a Z walk
Time to grab a yout man
Cause every little helps like Tesco’s
I’ve got the best crow, I collect notes
Phone’s on fire, feeling like it’s bout to explode

Hook

I’m tryna figure out how my mind works
How my everyday life can make a tight verse
Straight facts when I write words
Me lying to you, man I’d rather ride a five bird
I’m from a freezing block, iceberg
Tryna turn green to guap, crime work
Straight facts when I write words
Me lying to you, man I’d rather ride a five bird

Verse 2

And fam my ends are loco
Need a new spot to hide skengs from po-po
And this music, man it’s not really paying off
I might have to leave it for Remz and coco
Link phoned me up, said he’s got some cheap work
But if I want the peng, that’s more dough
So fuck that, I might have to cop that
I need suttin with a little strength to go home
Cause I won’t sleep if the bud’s weak
That’s the type of shit to leave me up for a week
Toss and turn in my sheets, thinking bout the streets
And the topic of the day is what I’m spitting on the beat
Yeah my mind’s kinda fucked but it still works
Trapped on the roads, stuck in between two curbs
True words, nothing but the facts fam
I could never tell a lie, you can ask Magz

I’m tryna figure out how my mind works
How my everyday life can make a tight verse
Straight facts when I write words
Me lying to you, man I’d rather ride a five bird
I’m from a freezing block, iceberg
Tryna turn green to guap, crime work
Straight facts when I write words
Me lying to you, man I’d rather ride a five bird