Lost My Mind Illmac (Ft. Hommy Hom)

[Hook: Illmaculate]
I don't know, why I'm always high
But just light the dro, cause I've lost my mind
I'm just lying low, I want them dollar signs
Touch my microphone, it's like Columbine

[Verse 1: Illmaculate]
I don't need crack slinging to hustle
I just do this rap thing and bag weed by the bundle
So if it gets ugly, then bet I'll handle mine
Oh, you trying to get money? Better stand in line
So is everybody stuck in this game
Better tuck in your chain, or I'm cutting your jugular vein
With the rustiest blade, and your blood'll get drained
In the motherfucking tub that I bathe
Punks bite down, you'll get jumped right now
And end up in a closet, hung up side down
Hush my child you can't touch my style
The blunts I puff turn my lungs light brown
So while you hopeless 'n drowning in debt
I'm holding chips, showing chicks that their mouth can be stretched
I'm a chauvinist down for the sex
I'll bag 28 dimes but won't show a bitch an ounce of respect
You must be out your stupid ass brain
I'm spewing that flame, my music's crack through the rap game
Something you know nothing about
Get punched in the mouth and jumped in front of your house
Fuck it I'm out. (Where?) Puffing a blunt on your couch
Pure fire, but I smoke scug once in a drought
You want drugs? No seeds in large buds
You mad my city has better weed than yours does, ain't you!