Lot on My Mind

Got a lot on my mind
So I stay dripped in the latest of fashion to go kill the time
I'm with my brother
I'm with my slime
Had to put on the mask and go grab the nine we doing the crime

Yea
One day
Putting in work trapping nigga on a Sunday
I just took a couple percs is gone be a fun day
Bitch I'm trapped inside of my head I'm on the runway
I'm on the runway
Do it the hardaway
Choppas they hitting ya boy from far away
I'm one car away choppers they hitting ya straight in ya artery
Go get the money
Go get the digits
I just went and checked out on a Gucci bag ball like a piston

Got a lot on my mind
So I stay dripped in the latest of fashion to go kill the time
I'm with my brother
I'm with my slime
Had to put on the mask and go grab the nine we doing the crime



Credits
Writer(s): Jerome Sales
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