[Lyric] On My Mind (AdyB)

[Verse 1: AdyB]
Lot of shit up on my mind though
Used to walk through the city
As a youngin with a blindfold
Either rhyming or with crime though
Dap you up and call you brother
But he never really slime though
On my grind so
Dedicated like I never been
And it was written so we never win
But we flipped that
Can’t believe it but we did that
Always keep it true I knew they dig that, look
I’m from the dirty, where the walls molded
Stood tall through a situation y’all folded
Cold heart, frozen
Leaving broads broken
And I ain’t ever fucking with the way that y’all rolling
Look, new grams on a old scalе
And if you keep trying then you won’t fail
It is yo mind you gotta know well
I been counting up Franklins since thе snow fell
[Hook: AdyB & Maxomatic]
It's a lot of bullshit on my mind
(On my mind)
I'm trynna work it out
But I ain't got no time
(I ain't got no time)
I be in the streets
I'm trynna count up every dime
(Guala, guala)
They say they got my back
But is they really sliding
(Is they really sliding?)
X2

[Verse 2: Maxomatic]
Yeah, this I'm going through ridiculous
Had a lot of hope at twelve years old
Rapping on instruments
I grew up difficult
My life wasn't no simpleness
I'm living risky, and plus my life is so limitless
I'm in the trap packing up bags tonight
Momma know that I ain't that right
And niggas sitting in that dark hole
I'm trynna find the light
Day and night, fighting with my shorty
Trynna make it right
Even when I'm not there
Better make sure that that pussy tight
Still love you, even though you couldn't make it
I'm wondering is this my karma
I'm really mistaken
It was on the way on the road
And you really gonna take it
Sometimes mentally stuck
I'm wondering how I'm gonna make it
Yeah, started selling weed at thirteen
I was getting bread
I'm not proud of it, but a nigga did what he did
Now I'm looking out the window
For the fucking feds
Waking up and count my money
First thing in my head
[Hook: AdyB & Maxomatic]
It's a lot of bullshit on my mind
(On my mind)
I'm trynna work it out
But I ain't got no time
(I ain't got no time)
I be in the streets
I'm trynna count up every dime
(Guala, guala)
They say they got my back
But is they really sliding
(Is they really sliding?)
X2