Mind of a Maniac

歌詞

I done showed the world, Now we finna wrap it up, ya know what I'm sayin Welcome to the mind of a maniac What part of real you niggas don't understand? Lemme talk to ya'll before we leave I keep a gat cause niggas murder gotta bad habit Of purple in the studio I murk ya, I'm comin mane. I swear to God I'm thuggin hard trill niggas deal witcha big glocks off top, we ain't stuntin mane We street niggas, we eat niggas off tracks from Mouse and B You betta be bout ya bread ya talk to me Mom ya wonder why ya child's so bad, because the fuckin body bags done hypnotized my ass, it's deep Holdin on to this money mane I gotta get it, choppers and a glock 40 play with me you get ya issue Wrap ya dick up cause ya dick will have the hiccups, you're rich if ya marry a bitch, get a prenupt {I ain't go no mind} Welcome to the mind of a maniac {street nigga, street nigga} Thug life, that's all we know so we grow into some beasts when we can let off them leeches We go and get it, get ya weight up And when them camera flash you ain't never gotta ask it's that's Boosie Bad Azz, straight up! Ain't jus runnin tha south, I ain't runnin my mouth, spade for spade I'm the realest nigga out, Know what I'm talkin bout My niggas let Joc out Jealous cause we fresher than rest of them fellas done stick together Gotta have alarms ni I, can't trust nobody, I, gotta keep a desert eagle nigga know I got it Heart full of fuckin pain cause I'm tired of gettin stabbed And grabbed by all these the mutha fuckin crabs. I laugh and maintain don't switch the game plain and fuck the police they bring us no peace. This the mind of me, {Boosie boo} so much shit goin on where I roam how I'm gonna find some peace? They say I'm a role model, but I'm not a role model, gotta smile when I ain't gotta, tired & still holla I'm a boss so I go off, know I like to show off, on the road of riches, gotta murda these niggas {Ain't got no mind} {Chorus} We holla fuck cops, if we fall off with this rap mane it's back to the trap to bust blocks Man who can I trust ni, nigga fuckin up the game, it's down to momma pain & CEO's and main mane, Gon' be in the chain game these niggas don't stop playin from niggas, and bitches, yes sir I got game. God cursed me with diabetes I feel like I'm insane, you ain't from the hood & you don't deserve It mane, in the streets they murder mane, and Boosie he a target, so me? I got my 40 when I'm shittin on the toilet, I'm paranoid, starin' hard'll get ya ass hit. Four or five chains ain't never had shit. Fuck a bitch she wanna mingle, ha, she want my jingles, one hit wonders gettin rich off a single. What's happnin Michael Vick? Don't snitch, tell that judge u kill deals and it's real. {Ain't got no mind}