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[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'? [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 phew!) [Outro] Uh Ben Ballin'! Yeah Crossover! Swooce! Swooce! Ben Ballin'! Free throw!
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