I Got To Much sh** On My Mind
I Got Shot And Damn Near Died
Had To Lay In ICU While My Momma Next To Me Crying
So b**h Don't Ask Me Why I Look Like This In My Eyes
They Say They Want That Street sh**
Well, Imma Take It Back To '09
Them f** n***as Tryna Smoke Me
Im Riding Around Near Broski
Im Back Blowing That Dough
Looking For A Opp I Can Smoke
Everywhere I Go I Got That Pole
Police Get Behind Us Get Low
Did Enough Time For Me And You
I Ain't Tryna Do No More
Everybody Got Opinions
Im Hard Headed I Dont Listen
Can't Even Trust My n***as
Cause n***as Acting Like b**hes
Irene all on my Swisher
Hand All On My Pistol
Cause Them Opp n***as Tryna Plot On Me
If I Catch Them Slipping Imma k** Em (BOOM)
Everyday I Hold A Thirty, So f** n***a I Ain't Worried
Everybody Like, "Chill Real"
I Can Do That sh** When Im Thirty
I Dont Pop No Mollies, Ain't Tryna Fight Nobody
To Many Bullets Off Of My Body
Thats Why That 40 Cal Right By Me, Bang!