The Real Bril - On My Mind Lyrics

What's on my mind
Just a lot of shit
Lot of violent shit
Full metal jackets through the walls
These ain't hollow tips
Get a pen and a pad
You can learn a lot of tips
And they gon test ya gangsta
If you talk a lot of shit
Got some niggas on the north side
Wildin' out
Gutta bitch
And if I tell her
She gon air it out
I ain't have a big budget
It was word of mouth
Now I'm stunting on these niggas
They done brought it out
Used to think about a purchase
Now I get it and go
Good pussy
Make a nigga cum
3 In a row
And you know she front stage
VIP at the show
Call ya friend over baby
You done did it before
I think I pissed em off first
Then I shitted on em
Yea told me that I wouldn't
Then I did it on em
I don't really like to dance
I just hit it on em
Lil nigga yea
But I'm still big homie
What's on my mind
Just a lot of shit
Lot of violent shit
Full metal jackets through the walls
These ain't hollow tips
Get a pen and a pad
You can learn a lot of tips
And they gon test ya gangsta
If you talk a lot of shit
What's on my mind
Just a lot of shit
Lot of violent shit
Metal jacket through ya car door
These ain't hollow tips
They say I'm getting greedy
I done got a lot of shit
And they gon test ya gangsta
If you talk a lot of shit
My niggas on the south side
Shoot shit
Yea we want all the beef
Ruth Chris
Hit you with the new phone
Nigga who dis
Was talking crazy on the gram
Ain't do shit
F*ck the online beef
We ain't into that
F*ck a vest
Shit I'm aiming at ya fitted hat
I'll send them night crawlers
Where you sleeping at
So much blood
You can't tell where he leaking at
Used to hit a few jugs
Just to pay rent
He ran up on me with the burner
Ain't take shit
I'm as solid as it come
I ain't break yet
Her head game so crazy
Don't make sense
Man the streets done took some niggas
That was close to me
And they ain't here right now
But they supposed to be
I know you still coaching me
And watching over me
I know you still coaching me
And watching over me
What's on my mind
Just a lot of shit
Lot of violent shit
Full metal jackets through the walls
These ain't hollow tips
Get a pen and a pad
You can learn a lot of tips
And they gon test ya gangsta
If you talk a lot of shit
What's on my mind
Just a lot of shit
Lot of violent shit
Metal jacket through ya car door
These ain't hollow tips
They say I'm getting greedy
I done got a lot of shit
And they gon test ya gangsta
If you talk a lot of shit