Mind of a Maniac - Boosie Badazz

[Talking: Lil Boosie]
I done showed the world,
Now we finna wrap it up, ya know what I'm saying
Welcome to the mind of a maniac
What part of real you n_ggas don't understand?
Lemme talk to ya'll before we leave

I keep a gat cause n_ggas murder gotta bad habit
Of purple in the studio while I murk ya, I'm comin mane.
I swear to God I'm thuggin hard trill n_ggas deal witcha big glocks off top, we ain't stuntin mane
We street n_ggas, we eat n_ggas 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 f_ckin 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 d_ck up cause ya d_ck will have the hiccups, you're rich if ya marry a b_tch, get a prenupt
{I ain't go no mind}

Welcome to the mind of a maniac {street n_gga, street n_gga} [x2]

Thug life, that's all we know so we grow until 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!
Angels runnin us off, I ain't runnin my mouth, spade for spade I'm the realest n_gga out,
Know what I'm talkin bout
My n_ggas let Joc out
Jealous cause we fresher than rest of them fellas done stick together
Gotta have alarms, locks, I, can't trust nobody, I, gotta keep a desert eagle n_gga know I got it
Heart full of f_ckin pain cause I'm tired of gettin stabbed
And grabbed by all these the mutha f_ckin crabs.
I laugh and maintain don't switch the game plain and f_ck the police they bring us no peace.
This the mind of me, {Boosie boo} so much sh_t 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 n_ggas
{Ain't got no mind}

[Chorus x2]

We holla f_ck cops, if we fall off with this rap mane it's back to the trap to bust blocks
Man who can I trust not, n_gga f_ckin up the game, it's down to momma pain, & CEO's and main mane,
Gon' be in the chain game these n_ggas don't stop playin from n_ggas, and b_tches, 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 sh_ttin on the toilet, I'm paranoid, starin' hard to get ya ass hit.
Four or five chains ain't never had sh_t.
F_ck a b_tch she wanna mingle, ha, she want my jingles, one hit wonders gettin rich off a single.
What's that Michael Vick? Don't snitch, tell that judge he kill deers and it's real.
{Ain't got no mind}

[Chorus x2]

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