Every time I wake up, I never regret sinning
Looking at my pay stub, always scraping up the winnings
What is it with all these assholes thinking they can push me
I'm tired of being nice I'm bout to take all that I'm missing
Momma missing papers she payed off all her taxes
Returns never got it, but I'm playing with the matches
I never had the tools to become what I wanted
But I got this tool and the voice ain't saying stop it
I'm dumb enough to try it and the voice is staying quiet
Coulda had a mic, I coulda had a laptop
To practice on my coding, but instead I worked my ass off
Always on the grind my mind up on the hustle
But every time I catch up the government put tax up
Now I'm back up in the deficit
My dreams ain't ever lived and money be the death of it
Every other kid that relating to this struggle heaven is the exit time to end the huddle
All you got to do is pick the gun up get the steel
And feel the power make em feel
Everything you felt and everything'll be okay
God is here to help you man just listen what I say
I'm bout to end this pain
All you people think I'm crazy
Talking bout your Momma
Man we all somebodies baby
Time to end the suffering
In heaven you can thank me
The mind of a servant
All of you helped make me
My Momma always tell me Jesus got my back
Today she extra right cuz the piece inside my bag
Is my tool and I'm the herald ending fear and all I have
Is confidence, they told me be a hunnid
Hustle, never let em knock it
So I got a cartridge holdin' all the keys
To open up the gates and we'll finally be at peace
And this barrel spit the gospel
You can hear it if you not here
Cuz down the halls they scream
But little do they know who they about to meet
Every time I felt alone surrounded by these people
Making me feel different
Its time for you to live it
All I see is red but I hope the Lord forgive it
Cuz Jesus wasn't there the only one who ever listened
Satan spoke his mind and helped me feel accepted
Guided my soul it's time that he collect it
I'm walking in to class everyone thought I missed it
Their souls covered in sin all I see is fear I hope they get accepted
I'm bout to end this pain
All you people think I'm crazy
Talking bout your Momma
Man we all somebodies baby
Time to end the suffering
In heaven you can thank me
The mind of a servant
All of you helped make me
Big Nozy - Mind of a Servant (Prod. Beats By Con) Lyrics
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Every time I wake up, I never regret sinning
Looking at my pay stub, always scraping up the winnings
What is it with all these assholes thinking they can push me
I'm tired of being nice I'm bout to take all that I'm missing
Momma missing papers she payed off all her taxes
Returns never got it, but I'm playing with the matches
I never had the tools to become what I wanted
But I got this tool and the voice ain't saying stop it
I'm dumb enough to try it and the voice is staying quiet
Coulda had a mic, I coulda had a laptop
To practice on my coding, but instead I worked my ass off
Always on the grind my mind up on the hustle
But every time I catch up the government put tax up
Now I'm back up in the deficit
My dreams ain't ever lived and money be the death of it
Every other kid that relating to this struggle heaven is the exit time to end the huddle
All you got to do is pick the gun up get the steel
And feel the power make em feel
Everything you felt and everything'll be okay
God is here to help you man just listen what I say
I'm bout to end this pain
All you people think I'm crazy
Talking bout your Momma
Man we all somebodies baby
Time to end the suffering
In heaven you can thank me
The mind of a servant
All of you helped make me
My Momma always tell me Jesus got my back
Today she extra right cuz the piece inside my bag
Is my tool and I'm the herald ending fear and all I have
Is confidence, they told me be a hunnid
Hustle, never let em knock it
So I got a cartridge holdin' all the keys
To open up the gates and we'll finally be at peace
And this barrel spit the gospel
You can hear it if you not here
Cuz down the halls they scream
But little do they know who they about to meet
Every time I felt alone surrounded by these people
Making me feel different
Its time for you to live it
All I see is red but I hope the Lord forgive it
Cuz Jesus wasn't there the only one who ever listened
Satan spoke his mind and helped me feel accepted
Guided my soul it's time that he collect it
I'm walking in to class everyone thought I missed it
Their souls covered in sin all I see is fear I hope they get accepted
I'm bout to end this pain
All you people think I'm crazy
Talking bout your Momma
Man we all somebodies baby
Time to end the suffering
In heaven you can thank me
The mind of a servant
All of you helped make me
Looking at my pay stub, always scraping up the winnings
What is it with all these assholes thinking they can push me
I'm tired of being nice I'm bout to take all that I'm missing
Momma missing papers she payed off all her taxes
Returns never got it, but I'm playing with the matches
I never had the tools to become what I wanted
But I got this tool and the voice ain't saying stop it
I'm dumb enough to try it and the voice is staying quiet
Coulda had a mic, I coulda had a laptop
To practice on my coding, but instead I worked my ass off
Always on the grind my mind up on the hustle
But every time I catch up the government put tax up
Now I'm back up in the deficit
My dreams ain't ever lived and money be the death of it
Every other kid that relating to this struggle heaven is the exit time to end the huddle
All you got to do is pick the gun up get the steel
And feel the power make em feel
Everything you felt and everything'll be okay
God is here to help you man just listen what I say
I'm bout to end this pain
All you people think I'm crazy
Talking bout your Momma
Man we all somebodies baby
Time to end the suffering
In heaven you can thank me
The mind of a servant
All of you helped make me
My Momma always tell me Jesus got my back
Today she extra right cuz the piece inside my bag
Is my tool and I'm the herald ending fear and all I have
Is confidence, they told me be a hunnid
Hustle, never let em knock it
So I got a cartridge holdin' all the keys
To open up the gates and we'll finally be at peace
And this barrel spit the gospel
You can hear it if you not here
Cuz down the halls they scream
But little do they know who they about to meet
Every time I felt alone surrounded by these people
Making me feel different
Its time for you to live it
All I see is red but I hope the Lord forgive it
Cuz Jesus wasn't there the only one who ever listened
Satan spoke his mind and helped me feel accepted
Guided my soul it's time that he collect it
I'm walking in to class everyone thought I missed it
Their souls covered in sin all I see is fear I hope they get accepted
I'm bout to end this pain
All you people think I'm crazy
Talking bout your Momma
Man we all somebodies baby
Time to end the suffering
In heaven you can thank me
The mind of a servant
All of you helped make me
Writer: Adrian Rodriguez Ayala
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