I can't keep my mind off this money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don't know what's wrong with me) I'm so gone, and I'm out here so strong and I'm stuck in these streets, streets (I run the streets, what's wrong with me) The weed and the X and the Hennessy I'm gunnin' on point for enemies I dump when I dump, ain't no turning back Bone niggas ain't never been industry I can't keep my mind off my money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don't know what's wrong with me) Them original niggas put stains in the game; It's bloody mo' murda from grip to the grain I'm strapped with that Nina that's never gon' change You know what I mean; I go out with a bang Fresh out the hood doin' everyday thangs To hollywood niggas; That shit is danger Don't act like you know me, cause Lay' still that stranger This shit was all lame until I rearranged it Hold up, stop, and can I get my props? Collect my prop' and take it back to The Glock Where the thugs that's real and ain't afraid to kill At least 'round here, nigga back, get watched From a whole 'nother planet like an astronaut The only problem that we have is the bastard cops, but we slash on 'em, blast on 'em, drag 'em out Gotta keep that money comin' in a faster route I can't keep my mind off this money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don't know what's wrong with me) I'm so gone, and I'm out here so strong and I'm stuck in these streets, streets (I run the streets, what's wrong with me) The weed and the X and the Hennessy I'm gunnin' on point for enemies I dump when I dump, ain't no turning back Bone niggas ain't never been industry I can't keep my mind off my money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don't know what's wrong with me) Man, even militant niggas pay me what they owe me I'm still a gutter nigga, act like you know me I shoot a cutter nigga runnin' up on me Put up or shut up, nigga, quit actin' phony Never been Hollywood, always been 'bout the hood If you was lookin' for trouble; We got it good Serve 'em murda like real true riders should Fuck 'em up with a pump, now that would do it Get into it when I'm hustlin' Nine to five I'm strugglin', time to grind Stumblin', tryin' to shine Get up and I wonder "When is it my time to fly? " High A nigga so stressed, I puff on the weed so hard my chest pains Cause by hearin' the way I flow it, nobody would know it I gotta get help, man I can't keep my mind off this money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don't know what's wrong with me) I'm so gone, and I'm out here so strong and I'm stuck in these streets, streets (I run the streets, what's wrong with me) The weed and the X and the Hennessy I'm gunnin' on point for enemies I dump when I dump, ain't no turning back Bone niggas ain't never been industry I can't keep my mind off my money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don't know what's wrong with me)
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