if your mind is so fine, how come you cant structure a line?/
before you even start think bout how you gonna resign/
takin it straight to fine mind, spit shit so hard it'll make ya go blind/
try some new shit and re-define, the way i put bitches out of mind/
that shits good enough for high school, when we were to young/
but come on dawg you honestly just a fool, still scared to hold a gun/
so if you wanna holla at fine mind, you must be one of his kind/
the sort that dont know whats goin on, still tryin to find his mind/
what you see is what you get nothin more nothin less/
im chillin smokin chronic while you chockin on stress/
thats it its done im out nothin more to guess/
fucked this guy up now his minds a mess/

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