See I'm broke double 0 gotta mission yeah I gotta go
This message will self destruct, "There goes another phone"
I gotta crook I gotta bus another f*cking amateur
I can't discuss it I'm more legit than mc hammer was
I see them all ahead of us I'm in a busted Acura
Legend 97 that shit convertible
Stepped up on the pedal fool popped a f*cking head or two
I ain't vaginal but you can put me on a pedestal
Up ahead they took a left I had a plan to intercept
I think ahead they playing checkers I run my game in chess
T-bone Collision had me limping for a minute
But I ain't f*cking chilling this this mission here is finished
Picking off the henchmen with intentional perfection
I see my main target taking cover by the fences
Two to the head, smoke clearing from the shooting.
Oh shit, I killed Vladimir P
Cut the corner with no delay
I'm on the move copped the key plus I stole the safe
It was mine from the jump they wanna get it back
So I stay strapped with a rhyme and a pen and pad
They be tapping my mic, hoping to hear the secret
Like I'm going to spit the combo and deliver up the sequence
Not gonna happen too much knowledge on the books
Keeping lines in the pocket just to drop it on these crooks
Still on the run making way
Got a call from the Wolf on how to make my great escape
Stick and move spit the truth let them have it
They keep reaching out to grab it but it's never going to happen
They're busting caps and, I'm dumping back with
Metaphors, punchlines in all captions
My shoulders hit but it won't kill the spirit
I hopped the copter holding on to the safe that's filled with lyrics
Buck Bowen - Piece of Mind (feat. Femi Deacon) Lyrics
Buck Bowen - Piece of Mind (feat. Femi Deacon) Lyrics
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See I'm broke double 0 gotta mission yeah I gotta go
This message will self destruct, "There goes another phone"
I gotta crook I gotta bus another f*cking amateur
I can't discuss it I'm more legit than mc hammer was
I see them all ahead of us I'm in a busted Acura
Legend 97 that shit convertible
Stepped up on the pedal fool popped a f*cking head or two
I ain't vaginal but you can put me on a pedestal
Up ahead they took a left I had a plan to intercept
I think ahead they playing checkers I run my game in chess
T-bone Collision had me limping for a minute
But I ain't f*cking chilling this this mission here is finished
Picking off the henchmen with intentional perfection
I see my main target taking cover by the fences
Two to the head, smoke clearing from the shooting.
Oh shit, I killed Vladimir P
Cut the corner with no delay
I'm on the move copped the key plus I stole the safe
It was mine from the jump they wanna get it back
So I stay strapped with a rhyme and a pen and pad
They be tapping my mic, hoping to hear the secret
Like I'm going to spit the combo and deliver up the sequence
Not gonna happen too much knowledge on the books
Keeping lines in the pocket just to drop it on these crooks
Still on the run making way
Got a call from the Wolf on how to make my great escape
Stick and move spit the truth let them have it
They keep reaching out to grab it but it's never going to happen
They're busting caps and, I'm dumping back with
Metaphors, punchlines in all captions
My shoulders hit but it won't kill the spirit
I hopped the copter holding on to the safe that's filled with lyrics
This message will self destruct, "There goes another phone"
I gotta crook I gotta bus another f*cking amateur
I can't discuss it I'm more legit than mc hammer was
I see them all ahead of us I'm in a busted Acura
Legend 97 that shit convertible
Stepped up on the pedal fool popped a f*cking head or two
I ain't vaginal but you can put me on a pedestal
Up ahead they took a left I had a plan to intercept
I think ahead they playing checkers I run my game in chess
T-bone Collision had me limping for a minute
But I ain't f*cking chilling this this mission here is finished
Picking off the henchmen with intentional perfection
I see my main target taking cover by the fences
Two to the head, smoke clearing from the shooting.
Oh shit, I killed Vladimir P
Cut the corner with no delay
I'm on the move copped the key plus I stole the safe
It was mine from the jump they wanna get it back
So I stay strapped with a rhyme and a pen and pad
They be tapping my mic, hoping to hear the secret
Like I'm going to spit the combo and deliver up the sequence
Not gonna happen too much knowledge on the books
Keeping lines in the pocket just to drop it on these crooks
Still on the run making way
Got a call from the Wolf on how to make my great escape
Stick and move spit the truth let them have it
They keep reaching out to grab it but it's never going to happen
They're busting caps and, I'm dumping back with
Metaphors, punchlines in all captions
My shoulders hit but it won't kill the spirit
I hopped the copter holding on to the safe that's filled with lyrics
Writer: Buck Bowen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid