san andreas mentality
bugzy malone
and when i look back shit's changed
i remember sitting playing my computer games
san andreas had me feeling i could rob a bank
and drag a man out of his car with my bare hands
marijuana had me sitting on the clouds
so my perception was foggy
i'm not saying i was proud
to have a name in the bits
before i ever drove a car
fidz held up a shizzer and got time
the hood knows i'm a banger so i started getting high
and i could tell that wasn't my nigga
but from the day he dissed me i just wasn't on his side
so i tried to stop blazing and strengthen my mind
i just wished that darkee woulda stayed on my side
then come a stroke of luck
my san andreas mentality had fucked me up
and now they're tryna lock me up
my mummy left the courtroom crying so i'm looking at the man that brought me up
no we're not the same colour
and even though i diss him he's the only thing i had
so i just hope that he forgives me for the violence
seen the devil a couple times
i remember sitting in that sweatbox
while everybody's shouting
i was picturing my mum's face
then we arrived at that jail
the atmosphere was different
yeah i'd seen a police cell
but i'd never seen a prison
i've got a defensive mechanism
i don't condone any of my past
all i know is i was young and living fast
four months down the line
cuh my future looked bright but the sky was grey
trust my mummy to be 20 minutes late
left hanging at the prison gates
my little sister jumped out
we hugged for like five whole minutes
i'm talking an unfinished business
but i'm about to set the pace
and you could see it in my face i was a lone guy now
i hit the road 17 with a vision
even though i'm still a teen i'm like a man upon a mission
told my marjay i'm about to use my intuition
i told darkee i'm about to try and make a million
and jail's just a thing of the past
fidz was chilling with darkee they was moving kinda fast
darkee had the gold chopper
and i was sitting in that bedroom thinking when am i getting mine
then me and fidz had an altercation and i swear he could see it in my face
that's a vendetta settled now i'm in a better place
and i was hitting those bags
plus i'm moving like tyson cus' i wanted to be him
i was bobbin' and weavin'
but i lost determination when my coach ended up leaving
so i'm back on the streets
and these times i had a moustache
and in my mind i'd completed the game
the bracelet and the chain
i'm sitting in my bedroom with the curtains closed just feeling depressed
i'd written hip hop heavy metal just to get shit off my chest
and when i look back shit's changed
i remember sitting playing my computer games
san andreas had me feeling i could rob a bank
and drag a man out of his car with my bare hands
marijuana had me sitting on the clouds
so my perception was foggy
i'm not saying i was proud
to have a name in the bits
i made the ninja go sick before i ever drove a car