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