Out My Mind

I just caught my brother, really tryna think about a bitch

I throw sticks and some stones, I might go and sell ah brick

I throw sixes in my bags, I might go ahead and make a zip

I been rollin' with these rastas, throwin' all these guns, just feel like shottas

And now I'm rollin' all these leafs, but these people call it backwoods

And if a nigga get into it with your people, he attack hoods

If a nigga get into it with me, then he meet to backwoods

I'm the flyest in the coupe, and all my birds, they gon' attack doves

Yeah, I'm a dope, ain't no crack fiends, I can't stop

All this dope for me and on me like crack rock