Lot On Mine

They Got Alot on They Mind Watch They Won't Even Say Shit Affraid of Crossin The Line Cuz I'm not to be played with I'm Not a 69 Drop The First One Ta Say Snitch Thugs Let him Pull They Covers I'd a Took Him To the Basement Cuz I'm The Kinda Guy Likes Keeping it Basic I see hate in his Eyes I open Hand Ta The Face Him You're cooking up breakfast I'm steelin your Bacon Addicted to fast livin Im trying Ta Make a Statement With Very little Patience Him constantly Debated Haters Watch Me And They Hate it I'm Ugly Doing shit Pretty Boys Ain't Got Away Wit They just mad cause they just can't seem to do it like I do it Sometimes I just wanna to get away Run and hide for Awhile let my Rymes do Their Thing Sometimes I just wanna get away run and hide for a while where nobody knows my name