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!