I got demons on my back Only thing make me safe is the pill to take a nap Hopin' it's a dream but it's facts He ain't Ricky, saw no bullets to his back A trench baby wakin' up to the killin' on his mind Counted me out, I put the city on my back The weed ain't gettin' stronger so he fallin' into crack 9 to 45 on probation, it's a trap I made this before the Grammy's If I win a Grammy, I'ma take it to the trenches, to the family Might sip some lean out and bein fancy Knowin' I ain't 'posed to be alive, sadly Brother died, they said I know you used to death I wanna blame the niggas, I just hold it to myself Bad thoughts, like I'ma hold it to his neck Shit, I'm tryna hold it to his chest I'm just wonderin' if I'm too grown to shed tears My soul ain't been the same, I been so damaged through the years Wish distance between death, it made me closer with my kids I fell out with some niggas, made me switch up on my cribs And when I drop locations down the street from where I live No tellin' what's on your mind (Your mind) And why you tryna sell me lies? You know it's over with If you ain't ridin' on family time, then it's over with Bro act like he ain't bogus but he know he is I'm holdin' back my tears to get my vocals clear No, do you think he had your back? No, no-no, nah Do you love him? No Do you really call him your brotehr? Nah, nah-nah, nah No tellin' what's on your mind The graveyard that felt my pain, I put my knees in it I parked the Lamb outside my block, I leave my keys in it Prop O called, they tried to say I smoked some weed in it I knew it's cap, after I smoke I spray Creed in it No tellin' what's on your mind (Your mind)