Crossover RXKNephew

[Intro]
Yeah, uh huh, yeah
(My nigga Brainstorm did this beat!)
Mhm, yeah, yeah, uh

[Hook]
I got too much on my mind
Baby, I need to get high
I'm never too drunk to drive
Don't bring up that nigga, he not one my kind
Yeah, I got too much on my plate
3.5 backwood to the face
That nigga dead in the weight
Book a flight, get away (phew!)

[Verse]
Baby like, "Who is that callin'?"
Girl, I got money that callin'
Take a loss, bounce back, go harder
Dress the cocaine up like my daughter
I need a 3.5
I got too much on my mind
Babygirl pretty as shit
So is the .40 and so is the nine
Yeah, I don't believe they kind
Mindin' they business, my own grind
Yeah, I don't bеlieve they account
Fakе story, El Chapo lies
Yeah, look at the pot, it's just me and you
Outside with the Glock, it's just me and you
So much on my mind, don't know what to do
From a eight ball all the way to a deuce
Homies in the back, couldn't get the coupe
'Member you from where? I don't 'member you
Moncler, not Canadian Goose
Gon' head, jump, I'mma act a fool
Yeah, I got too much on my mind
I fully equip the nine
My bags plus-size
Let him run up and be a statistic
ADHD with the Glock, need Ritalin
Zaza got me with Down Syndrome
Opps want me eatin' cold cuts in prison
Don't matter what happen, focus on the mission
Glock turned a street nigga to a Christian
Whole lotta sauce, boy, that what you missin'
How they dick ride then they go to dissin'?