
On My Mind Benzino (Ft. The Untouchables)
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Let me tell you all thats on my mind (repeat x4)
Why take one bad apple to f**k the whole batch
With alot of willpower to get shit back
Things got low some habbits have its own track
Niggas was hatin but i ain't here to dwell on that [no]
G´s dump they packs on 'cause they dont try to slang the shit
Lil homies catchin charges they ain't makin a thing to take
Shantes a nympho all she want is weed or dick
Frankies on cell ? but he keep on blazin em
Murders on a 6 year Tony's bout to come home
DJ´s a hustler JV keeps a gun on him
Ben pissin a hallways mixed
Got a nigga comin home to such a horrible stench
Memorials on every pole and fence
Everyday someones head get clipped for somethin small as a nit
Its like wake after wake if this life ain't a bitch then why police see us all as shit
[Chorus]
Deep Thoughts and visions of me going
Like a tumour in the head im fed it keeps growin
But me knowin never fall and keep holdin
But the size the games showin suprised i ain't foldin
Not enough i gotta worry bout the hood
Some gon do me dirty some gon treat me good
And even if i could rewind back time
Ill be on the same block with the same ol' grind
Why take one bad apple to f**k the whole batch
With alot of willpower to get shit back
Things got low some habbits have its own track
Niggas was hatin but i ain't here to dwell on that [no]
G´s dump they packs on 'cause they dont try to slang the shit
Lil homies catchin charges they ain't makin a thing to take
Shantes a nympho all she want is weed or dick
Frankies on cell ? but he keep on blazin em
Murders on a 6 year Tony's bout to come home
DJ´s a hustler JV keeps a gun on him
Ben pissin a hallways mixed
Got a nigga comin home to such a horrible stench
Memorials on every pole and fence
Everyday someones head get clipped for somethin small as a nit
Its like wake after wake if this life ain't a bitch then why police see us all as shit
[Chorus]
Deep Thoughts and visions of me going
Like a tumour in the head im fed it keeps growin
But me knowin never fall and keep holdin
But the size the games showin suprised i ain't foldin
Not enough i gotta worry bout the hood
Some gon do me dirty some gon treat me good
And even if i could rewind back time
Ill be on the same block with the same ol' grind
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