Chetta
Drugs in Her Gut
[Intro: Gansta Blac & Chetta]
Mind in the wind and the gin keep me loc'n up
Brain cells might be dead but instead, be be coming up
If I make something out myself
Would that ease up off my pain
They say I should pray each night and day but it ain't helping mane
Down on my hands and knees
Mind in the wind and the gin keep me loc'n up
Brain cells might be dead but instead, be be coming up
If I make something out myself
Would that ease up off my pain
They say I should pray each night and day but it ain't helping mane
Down on my hands and knees (ay, ay, ay, ay)

[Verse]
You ain't gotta pray for me
You ain't gotta wait on me no more
I've been up patiently filling these vacancies
Let it go, ain't nothing safe with me
Living so painfully, I know
You ain't get a chance to see
Let me get my chance to speak, talk slow
Feel it in my heart, I know
Chest on tight from the pounds of the smoke
Tryna speak up, every time I choke
Tryna reach out, but I reap what I sow
Open up for me keep closed like doors
Little bit of love and I still won't show
Wanna be me, but my life on low
No, I can't stop now, bitch I'm still on go (still on go, still on go)
Homie you ain't kin, you is not my woe
Drop top heart, let me fuel my soul
Tryna keep up, but my feel on hold
Moon walk baby, got my feet on cold
Speak up now or you be untold
Mind on shine and my heart on gold
Give you something you can find and you still don't know
No? I'm sorry
Loving on me like speeding in a Rari
.40 on my seat, I don't need nobody
Give me something that I need, I'm good I got it
Somewhere in the hills, he good like Gotti
Dying just to feel, let me feel my problems
Baby keep it real, if it's real I ain't doubting
Let me keep it one thousand, I don't need nobody
[Outro: Gangsta Blac]
Mind in the wind and the gin keep me loc'n up
Brain cells might be dead but instead, be be coming up
If I make something out myself
Would that ease up off my pain
They say I should pray each night and day but it ain't helping mane
Down on my hands and knees
Mind in the wind and the gin keep me loc'n up
Brain cells might be dead but instead, be be coming up
If I make something out myself
Would that ease up off my pain
They say I should pray each night and day but it ain't helping mane
Down on my hands and knees