Текст песни Last Dogz - Nik $ix

NIK $IX

So much on my mind dog can't even write it all
So much on my mind dog i can't even fucking talk
Stressing thinking how to get my music on that shitty blog
Just to help me raise my numbers up to paid
I spend what i get thats how i make it through the day
Truly blessed to make it out of slums but my momma pray
Son moving places hope she doesnt see me sprayed
Cuz some broke opps, tried to take when i own now
Hate on my own block, i can't even stop stressing
Will i make to the heaven im just asking questions
Tryna see my future but its full of lessons
Hanging with the wrong crowd with some loaded weapons
Hitting licks robbing shit stealing german engines
Wondering Will this be last studio session
I might end my own shit due depression
I might end my own shit due depression

Forever on my mind and forever on my grind
I been stressing dog yeah im running out of time
Just tell them people if they ask that i made it out
Believed in myself since the start never had a doubt
Did music for the love not some stupid fucking clout
Whispered in this mic but them words really shout
Finishing this verse with a cig in my mouth
Put it out and start recording with a smell of death
Forever on my mind girl riding to the death
Forever on my mind girl we riding to the end
Forever on my mind girl ur my better half
Forever on my mind girl ur my only friend