So many criminals inside the building when we walk in If you ain't talking 'bout no money, why the fuck you talking? You say you toting choppers but I know you shooting nothing I'm a legend in these streets, bitch I'm always hustling I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control You want problems with me? I'ma let it blow
I'ma let it blow, you about to get a bullet hole, in your fucking dome Playin' 'round with me, I run up in your home In your house, put that duct tape all up on your mouth I'm about to take the bricks that you got stashed up in your couch It's a robbery, but it's 'bout to be a homicide I'm about to decide, is he dead or alive? Look into my eyes, those are the eyes of a killer When I look in your eyes, I can tell you ain't a hitter I'm problematic, I got an automatic If you fuck with me, this 'bout to get dramatic You, and all of your friends about to die You said you was gon' kill me but bitch I'm still alive I can talk that shit 'cause I can back it up I just got a hundred bricks and it came from Columbia Also got a plug in Mexico, meet him at the Texaco Mama calling my phone, telling me stop selling all that blow Worry 'bout your own business, I ain't worried about you mama I'm just tryna get this money selling drugs, counting commas They say that karma is a bitch but I ain't worried 'bout shit I'm a man of respect and I will die for this shit
So many criminals inside the building when we walk in If you ain't talking 'bout no money, why the fuck you talking? You say you toting choppers but I know you shooting nothing I'm a legend in these streets, bitch I'm always hustling I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control You want problems with me? I'ma let it blow
Out of my mind, I'm throwed Know for a fact I'ma stick to the code 38 baby, you know I won't fold I keep a chopper when out on the road Half of these rappers be acting like hoes Up with the Glock and you know I'ma blow If you a bitch then we can't do a song I made a mil and I ain't sell my soul, gang Walk in my show with the beam Fight in the club and I shoot it on scene You know how we living, you know that I'm with it He play, he can get it, I put that on Fiti We don't play no games, get up out his body he gon' die Glock-17, quick to hit a nigga with that fire All night serving fiends, nigga we don't never go inside Say that he want beef, you know for a fact we don't hide
So many criminals inside the building when we walk in If you ain't talking 'bout no money, why the fuck you talking? You say you toting choppers but I know you shooting nothing I'm a legend in these streets, bitch I'm always hustling I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind I'm out of my mind, I'm out of control You want problems with me? I'ma let it blow
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