Mind Of A Maniac lyrics

[Intro]
Mm
Know what I’m saying?
We use we used to roll the window down on them
That wasn’t really working
Kept getting away Kept missing
I ain’t going for nun 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 fa by my side
It’s 12 outside don’t let them inside
Evrybody in this b*tch gon get 25
Go to sleep seeing bodies woke 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 f*ck with them people
My block look like the real resident evil we sliding for cuz
Put a b*tch in a hole like shia labeouf when the Glock in your face n*gga you ain’t that tough momma 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 n*gga until I f*cked 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 nomo
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 b*tch ain’t move yet
They rap about shooting 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
n*gga we sell dope out of 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 wilding
Spun a week straight them n*ggas was hiding
Jump out with that Drake I’m papi Bin Laden
All I want you to do is stop me when I’m lying
Can’t get mad at a n*gga cause a n*gga chosen
Cross you over with that stick like the rose
If I said I meant it my word golden
Seen police come and make little cuz hold it
These n*ggas know I’m the Top Dawg
One phone call will get you knocked off
Give you a perk 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 herion table
[Refrain]
Never told you one lie
I swear I never told you one lie
From then to now I never did it
Them n*ggas see me them n*ggas see god
When them n*ggas see the king
Then n*ggas see nothing but the reaper
Scary ass n*ggas man
They never shot nun
I promise you they never did
They can tell you thousand all details
They never did it
It never happened
Ripley’s believe it or not
I ain’t nobody believe you
You need more people

[Verse 3]
Your man got shot in the head
When we outside n*gga we going fast
Can’t take sh*t back it is what it is
They ain’t get-get back they ain’t slide about sh*t
Free Ace out the can dump the drake out the van
Seen (?) got shot when his dumb ass ran
When I get out the car imma 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 troops once blood get spilled
They don’t get-get back we don’t know how that feel
When blocks get spent that’s when oops get hit
Yellow tape on your block it ain’t safe on your block
I’m a real top slot 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 n*ggas
My money real long I’ll whack one of you n*ggas
I was really in the trap seeking glass to n*ggas
Really stood on the curb giving slabs to n*ggas
I f*cked your b*tch that’s why you mad
She claimed you to be her baby dad
Yo b*tch dirt ain’t nobody want yo b*tch
High off the perk the only reason I hit
Say pap got a Mind of a Maniac
I give up the money up just to brought them back
I get in that mood a n*gga going in a bag
Put him in a BackWood and flame back to back
They say I should probably go talk to somebody
They gonna turn me in once I start talking to 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 mark for death
I’ll spend every penny until I don’t for a dollar left
Chase 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 then bullets go over ya head
You won’t be Bishop until you over the ledge
I feel like beans from State Property
The judge tried to make me state property
Ain’t Nan n*gga in the state bother me
Ain’t nan n*gga in the street robbing me
Going to have to catch a body that day
Cause I ain’t going out like that no way
With my name a b*tch 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
n*ggas will kill you i point the finger
Killer cam with the Glock I really mean it