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Uh, look 40 on my waist, shit I don’t even know who I can trust no more Everybody seems strange to me Yeah, I like it just like that Yeah, my baby momma asked for money again Give it to her, we don’t need to acting funny again With my lady at the crib, I know she want me to win Devil all up in my ear I know he want me to sin Uh uh, praying to the Lord everyday that I wake I’m just grateful for these 24 hours yeah And I ain’t been the same since we started all this music We was all banging 24 hours yeah I moved out the hood thought it would be a little better I can’t go to the store, police be fucking with me And if they reach inside the club Then probably all of this shit would probably be over They ain’t fucking with me A lot of shit been on my mind lately, yeah A lot of shit been on my mind lately, yeah A lot of shit been on my mind lately, yeah A lot of shit been on my mind lately, yeah Look, lot of niggas only call me when they need som’n When I was broke and needed help I didn’t receive not’n Letras de cancionesDaughter yelling at her coach let me get the cards Acting like I’m really mad I just needed smart I was book smart didn’t take the book route I was busy rapping dodging bullets at them cookouts They used to sleep on me give me looks now We done fuck with rappers big tickets for them hooks now Head in the clouds thinking too much Liquor gets me tripping I ain’t drinking too much Independent hustle ain’t easy as it appears Going through these beats I’m just hoping to get em cleared, yeah A lot of shit been on my mind lately, yeah A lot of shit been on my mind lately, yeah A lot of shit been on my mind lately, yeah A lot of shit been on my mind lately, yeah Mind lately, mind lately, mind lately, mind lately Mind lately, mind lately, mind lately, mind lately From Letras Mania