Sand-G - On My Mind Lyrics

I been, cheatin on my wifey creepin wit da studio
F*ckin beats but she just think I'm wit a groupie hoe
And when I'm in da hood pourin Sprite & lean over ice
This my gangsta paradise I feel like Cooliooooooo
Yeah, it's Succa Free but you should know it when you hear da voice
Real killaz wettin shit up bitches gettin moist
I choose to get money lik I ain't got another choice
I splitted riches wit niggaz who I thought was my niggaz
I put us all in position now we just disfigured
I got a special set of genes this blood in me sacred
I don't dwell on da hatred
I just funeral wake it
Kill em wit success kill em wit success
But if ever they come wit problems I'm acing da test
Got a k & and a vest when my bullets rain niggaz wet
And I ain't just wastin my breath I say what I mean
And when I see em face to face they never say what they mean
They tryna throw shade at da team but we still shinin like sheen
And when they stick they chest out I check em & take they queen
Gridin for da green eatin meals in between
Collard greens baked mac & cheese fried chicken I ain't trippin
And nah ain't no hook on this shit so I ain't fishin
But deep inside I know you prayin on my downfall
Then when I get around y'all niggaz well wishin
I got a vision I'm on a mission lik Tom Cruise
Them niggaz wit you ain't really wit you that's not news
Just pay attention & really listen they drop clues
Or find yourself in a situation & see who racin
To be by your side
Who really care what happened
Who gon put up for bail
Who gon go through there clappin
Who gon send you some pictures
Who gon protect ya name
One percent of em real
That's just part of the game
And I ain't sayin that it's right but it's life
I know da pain hurts deep as being stabbed wit a knife
In da back by da niggaz that you would've gave your life for
Put in work for broad day & pay da price for
And I know my brain stink I got shit on my mind
My back hurtin I swear it's so much shit on my spine
And they see I'm doin fine & think I'm doin fine
Like they ain't see da shit I been through is these niggaz blind
I learned a lot about values while I was doin time
And wifey did way more than her part & she was doin mine
My niggaz start following bullshit & left da truth behind
I remember winin bout bein poor & now I'm pourin wine
Toastin to da light, cause it always bring da truth out
Sharin these moments wit my kids they always bring da youth out
I shit on beats so when I leave they gotta clean da booth out
Big body in da winter, summer I bring da coupe out, yeah
Push through & see if you bout
All da shit that you talkin got all of these bitches stalkin
I'm puttin em in a coffin
Still approach him wit caution
And da OG got me coughin I think I'm smokin too often
Work on Pacific & Dawson I'm sellin out like a auction
Niggaz can't hold water they mouths runnin like faucets
And when it's beef I sauce it
I fell back never lost it
Treat a beat like a football just throw it up I'ma Moss it
I ain't really concerned about niggaz & they feelins
I fight through da pain make it home get some sexual healin
Da way I'm livin they swearin to God I'm still dealin but I'm chillin
I ain't trappin but still grindin for millions
I'm still in position to put money up for a killin
Money up in da ceiling, sentencing lawyers they appealin
Judges throwin books at niggaz in front of mothers & children
It's sad to say but I know da feelin I'm ridin wit em
As I should though
This that pack it up we made it out da hood flow
I spend life tryna learn everything I could know
A lot of bad shit happened but it's all good though
I'm still Succa Free, bitch
And for the record I ain't never been robbed before
Two trey-pounds on me I just thought you should know
Put some bread on ya head & da rest on da flow
Ten for a walk through, half a man for a show
I been rough ridin since Drag, X & Eve
I been rockin wit da fellas since Jay & Bleek
Smokin chronic since Dre & D-O-double G
Livin off experience Kiss, Styles & Sheek
I was labeled a bad boy Diddy, B.I.G
Speedin like it was no limit Silkk & Master P
Gettin away slip & slidin like Trick Daddy
I was always bout cash money Juvi, Wayne, BG
Thug life, 2Pac my niggaz on death row
Robbin wit da violators tell em gimme some mo
Yeah this shit gets deep
Deep as da Wu Tang Clan
All I know is da grand hustle I'm da rubber band man
Pockets fat like Joe
We do it bigger than Pun
Coppin work from uptown Lord Tariq, Peter Guns
On da block we stood firm AZ, Nas & Fox
And we was always hangin out like a Flavor Flav clock time up nigga