Mind Of A Maniac

[Intro] Mm Know what I’m saying How it used to be We used to roll the window down on them That wasn’t really working Kept getting away kept missing I ain’t going for none of that [Verse 1] When they talk about bodies they lying On the side of his house we gon shoot through the blinds Kick the door make sure nobody survive Paranoid in the car got the .5 by my side It’s 12 outside don’t let them inside Everybody in this bitch gon get 25 Go to sleep seeing bodies wake up death on my mind He got caught at the light he got left in his ride Walk around with the reaper I don’t fuck with them people My block look like the real Resident Evil We sliding for cuz Put a bitch in a hole like Shia LaBeouf When the Glock in your face nigga you ain’t that tough Mama said I walk around with a chip on my shoulder This big ass Glock can’t fit in a holster I was cool with the nigga until I fucked him over He don’t know that was my whole plan from the jump [Refrain] We the reason they don’t wanna be outside like that no more His mama look both ways before she open the door We shot the house up so many times [Verse 2] I don’t know why that bitch ain’t move yet They rap about shootings but we really do that Got a short fuse I don’t know where my screws at I sip enough drink to bring DJ Screw back Amiri cost like two thousand Nigga we sell dope out run down houses It’s enough white in here to build a mountain I’m good with the money I don’t need an accountant They say I should be in the stu right now I’m wildin’ Spun a week straight them niggas was hiding Jump out with that Drac I’m Papi Bin Laden All I want you to do is stop me when I’m lying Can’t get mad at a nigga cause a nigga chos it Cross you over with that stick like DeRozan If I said it I meant it my word golden Seen police come and made lil’ cuz hold it These niggas know I’m the top dawg One phone call’ll get you knocked off Give you a perc full of fentanyl Get a clean brick and I’m stepping on it What you want, a spot in the trap or sum? What you want me to hit you with a pack or sum? I’m Al Pacino at the round table Would’ve shot Sosa at the round table I got a pound and a heroin table [Refrain] Never told you one lie I swear I never told you one lie From then to now I never did it Them niggas see me Them niggas see God When them niggas see when niggas see the king Them niggas see nothing but the reaper Scary ass niggas man They never shot nun I promise you they never did it They can tell you thousand of- its all details They never did it It never happened Ripley’s believe it or not Ain’t nobody believe you You need more people [Verse 3] Your man got shot in the head When we outside nigga we going fast Can’t take shit back it is what it is They ain’t get get back they ain’t slide about shit Free Ace out the can Dump the drac out the van Seen [?] got shot when his dumb ass ran When I get out the car I’ma go for my man And you already know how I go about my man Got a voice in my head just tell me to chill Another voice in my head keep telling me drill Can’t call no truce once blood get spilled They don’t get get back we don’t know how that feel When blocks get spent that’s when opps get hit Yellow tape on your block it ain’t safe on your block I’m a real top slider so I stay with the chop They put money on my head heard they want me real bad I ain’t dead yet that’s why they real mad Put a 50 on me boy that’s little cash Keep switching my cars back to back on these niggas My money real long I’ll whack one of you niggas I was really in the trap selling glass to niggas Really stood on the curb giving slabs to niggas I fucked your bitch that’s why you mad She claimed you to be her baby dad Yo bitch dirt ain’t nobody want yo bitch High off the perk the only reason I hit Say Pap got a mind of a maniac I’d give up the money just to brought them back I get in that mode a nigga going in a bag Put him in a Backwood and flame back to back They say I should probably go talk to somebody They gon turn me in once I start talking about the bodies Police rush my car and I’m knowing Every time 12 get behind me I’m blowing it Told cuz the other night it’s almost over with About four more left and they all marked for death I’ll spend every penny until I don’t got a dollar left Chased him down for so long almost ran out of breath We face shot gang we don’t go for the leg Don’t ever let that go over ya head Better duck when them bullets go over ya head You won’t be Bishop ‘til you over the ledge I feel like Beans from State Property The judge tried to make me state property Ain’t nan nigga in the state bother me Ain’t nan nigga in the street robbing me Gon have to catch a body that day Cause I ain’t going out like that no way With my name a bitch ain’t finna play I jump out with that carbon and demonstrate They block too crowded I cleared a way You said it on the net, now let me hear you say it When this pistol in ya face I’m not playing Go ahead pull up to my show thinking it’s sweet It’s shooters with me and more across the street Four by my side four more in the V Niggas’ll kill you, I point the finger Killa Cam with the Glock I really mean it