I like it    I don't like it

War, war, war
Talkin' about y'alls such a bore
I'd rather talk about moi
Like, do you know the cost of AKs up in Africa?
20 dollars ain't shit to you
But that's how much they are
So they're gonna use this shit just to get far

Is gold, diamonds helpin' ya?
Don't you like my bandana?
My stains hang low
On my shirts like a-ya-ya
Monkey brains and banana
I'll hit you with my antenna
Put soap in my eye
Make it red so I look raw, raw, raw

So I woke up with my holy Qur'an and found out I like Cadillac
So we shooting til the song is up
Little boys are acting up
And baby mamas are goin' crazy
And the leaders all around cracking up
We goat rich, we fry
Price of living in a shanty town just seems very high
But we still like T.I.
But we still look fly
Dancing as we're shooting up
And looting just to get by

With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head'll collapse when there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself:
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?

War, war, war
Who made me like this?
Was it me and God in co-production?
My devil's on speed dial
Every time I take the wrong direction
All I want is one thing and that is what you got
Sometimes I go lose my mind, then I feel numb

There's 24 hours in a day
I used to split it 8, 8, 8
8 work, 8 sleep, 8 for play
Now I give it all a taste

People on the Internet
A new life for the intellect
People judge me so hard
'Cause I don't floss my teeth
I was born out of dirt like I'm porn in a skirt
I was a little girl who made good with all that I blurt
I put people on the map that never seen a map
I show them something they ain't ever seen
And hope they make it back

With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head'll collapse when there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself:
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?

With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head'll collapse when there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself:
Where is my mind?