Lot on They Mind

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 Play 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 fats livin Im trying Ta Make a Statement But I am Alot To Take In With Very little Patience Name Constantly Debated They Been Watching And They Hate it Cuz I'm Ugly Doing shit Pretty Boys Ain't Got Away Wit 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