In My Mind - Philthy Rich

I ain’t never stole shit but a bitch smile

Played with a lot of money but never dropped a dime

And these fake ass niggas ain’t what they about

9 shots through the mazi, tryina take me out

Brought myself to the hospital, fuck the daries

Leaking out 3 holes but still didn’t panic

120 on the freeway, never hit the brakes

These broke niggas lookin at me like they hit the safe

Hit my niggas on the horn like I know who did it

Last time we caught this nigga he said he wasn’t in it

But that was my fault for riding without a hammer

On 2 probations tryina duck the slammer

Either ride with a nigga or get knocked down

I’ll get this nigga by the week and he’ll be knocked down

Yeah I’m playing with some tips and ready for the phone

Having nightmares, can’t sleep till he’s gone

The police said that the window saved my life

Would have keep it 100, the lord spared my life

I was sad 2 days before dre died

Like 4 years ago, there ain’t no letting go

That’s all I thought about, like fuck they done got me too

Lil feel lil ant, fuck I got me too

Little boys are fin to leave from this earth alone

Talking to myself, like why the fuck I left my chrome

It’s either heaven or jail, I guess I’m going back

They done fuck my true jeans, if a nigga mad

Sittin on em like an egg until he ready to hatch

I got some little niggas that do it for a couple stacks

Too much respect, we took it by a lane nigga

Shooting with your eyes closed, where you aim nigga

Cause I’m a reptible well known in these streets

If that’s what you call a hit, keep your receipt.