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