On My Mind Lyrics

I got a lot of stuff in my mind, I don't be talkin' bout shit

I got a lot of hoes on my line, I don't be talkin' bout shit

Them niggas be cappin', be lyin', I don't be talkin' bout shit

I don't be talkin' bout shit, I don't be talkin' bout shit

One thing about me, I ain't never seen eye to eye with a hater yet

I been on 485 on the drive with the caper, yeah

Chasin' nothing but paper, I don't worry what the people see

I just make sure my work good so my people eat

My kids gotta eat too, they daddy livin' his dream now

All these niggas need now, fuck them niggas I'm senile

I got a show in Dallas, got some hitters out of Inglewood

Don't be in my DM, or my pockets less your pussy good

I'm comin' from a city where I feel like niggas hating on me

Talkin' bout rappers in my city, but they don't mention me, yeah

A lot of niggas mad because I won't do a track for free

Lot of niggas sound like hoes, speakin' blasphemy, yeah

Spreadin' all these rumors and they gossip, I'ma keep it G

Man, I been gettin' to this money, count a hundred G's

My car cost like half of that, I gave my girl a half a rack

All I got is money on my mind like a banker nap

You think you bad, you think you buck, you think you rad

You tearin' up, I'm always blessed, I'm fillin' up

With all this stress, I fill my cup

And I'm a man, I feel my nuts and I'm a beast

I'm buildin' up, I eat what I kill, I'm grillin' up

If that's your chick, then we in love

Relaxin' on a sunset, meditatin' my energy

All your life you been a real nigga,

But you fail if your son in these streets,

Trap or die like Jeezy them

Another Pac like Feni them

When the tube hot, don't plead the fifth

All that gangster talk, think you 50 Cent

Think you Curtis Jackson, but I'm gonna let you vent

I mean, you cool with me, but we ain't friends

Can't be 100 with 10, but we ain't them

But I'ma let you slide on the safe end

Like a referee at the Wrigley

I remember you, you don't remember me

I'm a real boss, you a finna be

I don't play with niggas, I don't play the streets

Riding around on Ginger Street

With a pretty lil' slut in my passenger seat

Shorty really don't like niggas

But that lil' bitch really fuck with me

Still riding clean getting my dick sucked

A real player can't bench us

A real nigga coulda been us

A real hustler coulda been up

They don't wanna talk to a real G

Don't give me props, but they feel me

Normally, I shop Da Vinci

All white teeth gold ten-piece

Used to ride laps on a ten-speed

Lil' drop in lab, no chemistry

I don't know about you, cause I'm into me

Please bless me Lord, for my enemies

I got a lot of stuff in my mind, I don't be talkin' bout shit

I got a lot of hoes on my line, I don't be talkin' bout shit

Them niggas be cappin', be lyin', I don't be talkin' bout shit

I don't be talkin' bout shit, I don't be talkin' bout shit

I got a lot of stuff in my mind, I don't be talkin' bout shit

I got a lot of hoes on my line, I don't be talkin' bout shit

Them niggas be cappin', be lyin', I don't be talkin' bout shit

I don't be talkin' bout shit, I don't be talkin' bout shit