Mind of a Maniac

I done showed the world

Now we finna wrap it up, you know what I'm sayin'?

Welcome to the mind of a maniac

What part of "Real" you **** don't understand?

Let me talk to y'all before we leave

I keep a gat 'cause **** murder, got a bad habit

Of purple in the studio, I murk ya, I'm comin' mane

I swear to God, I'm thuggin' hard, trill **** deal witcha

Big Glocks off top, we ain't stuntin' mane

We street ****, we eat **** off tracks from Mouse and B

You better be about yo 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' onto 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 prenup

Welcome to the mind of a maniac

Street ****, street ****

Welcome to the mind of a maniac

Street ****, street ****

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 Boosie badass, straight up

Angels runnin' us off, I ain't runnin' my mouth

Spade for spade, I'm the realest **** out

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout

My **** let Joc out

Jealous 'cause we fresher than rest of them fellas done stick together

Gotta have alarms and locks, I don't trust nobody

I gotta keep a Desert Eagle, **** know I got it

Heart full of fuckin' pain 'cause I'm tired of gettin' stabbed

And grabbed by all these motherfuckin' crabs

I laugh and maintain, don't switch the game plan

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 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 and still holla

I'm a boss, so I go off, know I like to show off

On the road to riches, gotta murder these ****

Welcome to the mind of a maniac

Street ****, street ****

Welcome to the mind of a maniac

Street ****, street ****

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 now?

**** fuckin' up the game

It's down to momma pain

And CEO's and main mane

Gon' be in the chain gang if these **** don't stop playin'

From **** and bitches, yessir, I got game

God cursed me with diabetes, I feel like I'm insane

You ain't from the hood and you don't deserve it, mane

In these 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 will get ya ass hit

Four or five chains, ain't never had shit

Fuck a bitch, she wanna mingle

She want my jingles

One-hit wonders, gettin' rich off a single

What's happening Michael Vick? Don't snitch

Tell that judge he kill deers, and it's real

Welcome to the mind of a maniac

Street ****, street ****

Welcome to the mind of a maniac

Street ****, street ****