Something On Your Mind
I'm dead serious dog, I will murder you
I try to be peaceful but it's not what I prefer to do
I'm a product of living in these crazy times
Mf whatever you owe me
You better pay me mines
Play witcha parents or children
Cuz I ain't none of them
And if I can't catch you
Bet I'm coming for one of them
I'm coming from 169 - Washington Avenue
Any beef you start I'm only squashing
When stabbing you
I'm absolutely fascinated with seeing throats slit
Using lyrics illegal, the lawyers can't quote shit
Pussy! You a sucker ass fake phagit
If the hood was a crazy house
You wouldn't have a straight jacket
My rep is impeccable
And I could take it back vividly
Never in life committed suspicious activity
Tough looking in the mirror
If you ain't saying the same
I tell you ONE TIME nicca
Don't play with my name,
GANGSTA!!!
Something on your mind, get it off your chest
Get your arms and ammo don't forget your vest
Bring your best or you getting laid to rest
I'll turn your fucking last name to God Bless, Hell yes!
Welcome to Nine Live City
Only my reel rites ride with me
Another day in the life out on the grind
And you know where to find me at, 169
Make sure who u eating wit
Ain't who u competing with
N will claim to be a friend
Really don't wanna see u win
Your circles only as strong
As your weakest link
If that's the type u keep in it
U ain't achieving shit
I was in the streets it was blood money
Think of cnn
Ods tracks on my fiends
From sticking needles in
Collapsed veins going through his dick
When he need a hit
Zombie land like the walking dead had to feed the sick
I was out there on my Morgan Jones gotta keep a stick
I will ground beef ya shit
Lucille I think I'm Negan bitch
She cheat I don't want her ass back
U can keep the bitch
Ill catch one of these Covid remixes
Before I need a bitch
Waiting on the pack
Coke came in a jalapeño can
I'm in my vacum sealed bag
Real rap I ain't need a fan
We did the greyhound or the Peterpan
To see the bands
N be taking all types of risks
Just tryna feed the fam
Tollah!!!
Something on your mind, get it off your chest
Get your arms and ammo don't forget your vest
Bring your best or you getting laid to rest
I'll turn your fucking last name to God Bless, Hell yes!
Welcome to Nine Live City
Only my reel rites ride with me
Another day in the life out on the grind
And you know where to find me at...
I try to be peaceful but it's not what I prefer to do
I'm a product of living in these crazy times
Mf whatever you owe me
You better pay me mines
Play witcha parents or children
Cuz I ain't none of them
And if I can't catch you
Bet I'm coming for one of them
I'm coming from 169 - Washington Avenue
Any beef you start I'm only squashing
When stabbing you
I'm absolutely fascinated with seeing throats slit
Using lyrics illegal, the lawyers can't quote shit
Pussy! You a sucker ass fake phagit
If the hood was a crazy house
You wouldn't have a straight jacket
My rep is impeccable
And I could take it back vividly
Never in life committed suspicious activity
Tough looking in the mirror
If you ain't saying the same
I tell you ONE TIME nicca
Don't play with my name,
GANGSTA!!!
Something on your mind, get it off your chest
Get your arms and ammo don't forget your vest
Bring your best or you getting laid to rest
I'll turn your fucking last name to God Bless, Hell yes!
Welcome to Nine Live City
Only my reel rites ride with me
Another day in the life out on the grind
And you know where to find me at, 169
Make sure who u eating wit
Ain't who u competing with
N will claim to be a friend
Really don't wanna see u win
Your circles only as strong
As your weakest link
If that's the type u keep in it
U ain't achieving shit
I was in the streets it was blood money
Think of cnn
Ods tracks on my fiends
From sticking needles in
Collapsed veins going through his dick
When he need a hit
Zombie land like the walking dead had to feed the sick
I was out there on my Morgan Jones gotta keep a stick
I will ground beef ya shit
Lucille I think I'm Negan bitch
She cheat I don't want her ass back
U can keep the bitch
Ill catch one of these Covid remixes
Before I need a bitch
Waiting on the pack
Coke came in a jalapeño can
I'm in my vacum sealed bag
Real rap I ain't need a fan
We did the greyhound or the Peterpan
To see the bands
N be taking all types of risks
Just tryna feed the fam
Tollah!!!
Something on your mind, get it off your chest
Get your arms and ammo don't forget your vest
Bring your best or you getting laid to rest
I'll turn your fucking last name to God Bless, Hell yes!
Welcome to Nine Live City
Only my reel rites ride with me
Another day in the life out on the grind
And you know where to find me at...
Credits
Writer(s): Gene Fields
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