(Chorus 2x) When I'm In my right mind all things click Posted with a Glock 9 rollin up the piff Sit back and write rhymes each line sick I'm headin to the league number 1 draft pick When I'm in my right mind... (Verse 1) I twist OG up in a dutchy plead guilty for hittin Mary Jane so lames cuff me 3 dollar scars on my face but I ain't lucky cuz Mya ain't warn me bout niggas that tried to fuck me Now The Ruger ain't playing with kids like Sandusky for the bread I go straight fed like Ted Bundy Cause I'm way to clean everyday is Easter Sunday pop a couple bottles and couple models from off the runway Lift up my nuts for the dumb fucks that pray for gunplay all it really takes is a sever case of the Mondays To turn everyday to D day down in Dudley over money the hungry turn hearts to silly putty Silly rabbit tricks are for bitches that get more money I chief but when I see the police the memories fuzzy I don't hear, see, or say shit like the 3 monkeys so if homicide is looking for homes I'm out the country (Chorus 2x) (Verse 2) I roam nowhere without the ruger so when the rumor spread about the dead you know the shooter The way that I maneuver upset J. Edgar Hoover but I'm a shake his ass till I'm weezy young moola Started from the bottom T started from the sewer where you sleep with the gin and wake up to a Kahlua Cause I'm on my O.U. shit catch the bread sooner Me and money from the same tree like Belichick and Tuna and if you from my branch ten hut then I'll salute ya but if you foreign we gon smoke you like a hookah Cause Beanstock gotta stay flyer than paratroopers we devour short cake emcees like Good Humor Tutor niggas who ain't knowing the Frank Muller got the game sewn up from the cut like T a suture My medulla like my heat turn beef to cow manure cocaine I'm looking for that bitch too Future (Chorus 2x)

(Chorus) I pray all my tears go away I'm waking up on a Sunday morning with a pint in my hand I pray for the voice in my head that keeps me from hanging from the closet with a pint in my hand (Verse1) Now truth be told is I just lost like 9 G's that's what I get for doing business with salesman in white tees Luxuries was the motive cash advances ain't enough to hold it plus it was family so a murder rap I can't condone it Diagnose shit finding my mental pulpit emotions got me thinking real felonious in these Gucci loafers So in this state look my idea of hope is that we don't have to pop the son to find out where the coke is (Where it at?) I wrote this on nicotine and roaches envision the murder scene riding dirty but that burner clean Thoughts proceed as I breathe in degrees of urgency a crab in the barrel pull you down you tryin hurdle me Survival of the fittest right (right) tunnel vision on my mission bout to miss my flight relapse to the world's delight Got stripes I achieve through life embroided like the pits on dice And once I roll a 6 I'm rich now bitch tell that trick goodnight (Chorus) (Verse 2) It's just another hangover on my layover dressed in a suit and hard bottoms trying to prosper in the land of Sodom Fuck the imposter who's the man that shot em I need some soldiers on my roster so I don't hit the bottom Now see I'm used to prople watchin they like "Yup he ballin, Feds ain't caught em?" All this gossip in my ear it's like I'm prepped for stardom Opinions clear between a kick and a snare with big dice in the mirror and some flankers to watch the rear You know talk is still cheap be attentive to watch you hear that might be what saves your ass when killers clear the air Savoir faire I'm on borrowed time love me while I'm here when I die no pourin beer rather Grey Goose and Belvedere No boo hoos just tatted tears my crew can divi up my gear make sure my dear move on with life, get dressed and do her hair The weight of mind outcast here a Big boi with 3 stacks I got it Bad like Michael Jack man get this monkey off my back please (Chorus)