Moneybagg Yo – Mind Frame Lyrics

Mind Frame

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"Mind Frame." - Moneybagg Yo

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 02:42 pm

Album: Federal 3X

Track No: 10

Reminiscing 'bout my **** that done died, man
Going through pictures, and it's fucking up my mind frame
Thinking back when we was broke, but we still maintained
Accepting calls from my **** in the chain gang
His first offense, judge gave him all that time, man
He in there bucking, and it's fucking up his mind frame
His bitch real bad and treating him bad like she don't know the man
I run with shooters, and it's murder on they mind frame
Hey, thinking 'bout you as I'm scrolling through my call log
Your number's still in my contact, but I can't call y'all
Lost my **** to the streets, and it wasn't even worth it
Tray Tray, Lil' Mafia, Lil' Corey, and J-Money, that hurt me
Hey, free Big Larry and every **** that went fed, man
Won't waste that time on nobody, fuck what they said, man
Wasn't ever beef, I just bossed up and did my own thing
I saw my vision, painted it, made my own lane, hey
Shawty fucked one of my **** in my circle
I wanted to spazz, I wanted to crash, I wanted to hurt her
I had to learn hoes gon' be hoes, nobody perfect
Cut from a real **** cloth, I'm fuck shit allergic
They say my **** killed my ****, so my mind frame fucked up
I won't put my trust in no one, but this Glock on me will one-up
I was posted with them packs on me, all light until the sun up
Don't fall for nothing, always stand up, that's how I'm gon' raise my sons up, hey
Reminiscing 'bout my **** that done died, man
Going through pictures, and it's fucking up my mind frame
Thinking back when we was broke, but we still maintained
Accepting calls from my **** in the chain gang
His first offense, judge gave him all that time, man
He in there bucking, and it's fucking up his mind frame
His bitch real bad and treating him bad like she don't know the man
I run with shooters, and it's murder on they mind frame
**** out there sending threats, so it's murder on my dome
They gon' pull up and just hop out, we don't send no shots on songs
My son mama say I'm wrong, she got that lil' girl mind frame
She ain't built for this lifestyle, she cannot take what come with fame
I just sent my **** a pack to penitentiary, now he straight
'Cause my lil' homie lawyer paid in full, know he beat the case
Took my **** out the hood, showed him the world got more to offer
In Miami with the dolphins, BGE till we in coffins
Mind frame on, I don't care
Glock nineteen, I'm so aware
You can look and you can stare
It's blood on me, you touch a hair
**** crossed me, said fuck me, showed me really what it was
Now they calling, tryna talk, but I can reimburse that love now
Reminiscing 'bout my **** that done died, man
Going through pictures, and it's fucking up my mind frame
Thinking back when we was broke, but we still maintained
Accepting calls from my **** in the chain gang
His first offense, judge gave him all that time, man
He in there bucking, and it's fucking up his mind frame
His bitch real bad and treating him bad like she don't know the man
I run with shooters, and it's murder on they mind frame

Writer(s): Demario White.

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