Woo!
I'm a maniac, go crazy for the cash
Green Lamborghini, paper tags
Riding through the city, 30 mags
Niggas snitching, they the police with no badge
How I grew up, my momma was my dad
So when I blew up I put her in a pad (mansion)
I like to throw up when I think about the crash
Not playing, when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey, hey)
Looking at the sky, think about my past
When I used to kick the door, shoot you for the cash
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad
Devil had a nigga soul, living too fast
Praying to the Lord, my soul to keep
Controlling me, take a hold of me
Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by E!
So naive, cold in the streets
Sleep on my feet
Money turn homies to zombies, they eat
Miss my grandma, she was humble and sweet
I don't speak, let the check talk for me
I can't sleep 'less the TEC in my reach
Hit the dope, make me choke, make me wheeze
Sip the dope, help the pain at ease
Tryna get the money 'fore it clean, it was dirty
Playing football, hide the fire in my girdle
Getting locked up, running 'round in a circle
Brother caught fifteen like he did a murder
(Murder, murder, murder, murder)
Now my whole family hurting
Tryna see the light, but we couldn't pull the curtain
(Curtain, curtain, curtain, curtain)
Night time lurking
Momma said the streetlights 'bout to stop working
Looking at my momma in her eyes
Looking at me like a new person
She telling me I need to slow down (slow down)
The pain don't go away with the Percy (slow down)
That was when the rap wasn't working
Living in the trap, it's a circus
See my grandma in a hearse
And Pistol P gone in the casket
Shot's fired, nigga blasting
Cops, they arrive, start smashing
Opps, we shoot shots like the Mavericks
Vaults, put the cash up and we stash it
You flop, we doing numbers, can't imagine
Money tunnel when the roof panoramic
Count the bundles till my hand start cramping
I come with the drip, I need a napkin
I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash
Green Lamborghini, paper tags
Riding through the city, 30 mags
Niggas snitching, they the police with no badge
How I grew up, my momma was my dad
So when I blew up I put her in a pad (mansion)
I like to throw up when I think about the crash
Not playing, when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey, hey)
Looking at the sky, think about my past
When I used to kick the door, shoot you for the cash
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad
Devil had a nigga soul living too fast
Praying to the Lord, my soul to keep
Controlling me, take a hold of me
Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by heat
So naive, cold in the streets
I been crossed out by my own brother
Ain't no rules in the street, don't trust 'em
Ran it up and I had to go and bust it
Police 'bout to kick the door, now we gotta flush it
Riding on the backstreets thinking 'bout my brother
Praying that he come home to his loving mother
Can't believe it that I got it all out the gutter
FaceTime 'round three, Mike in a puddle
How am I 'posed to take it?
Niggas dying 'round the same time I had a baby
Here go the operator
Let the gang know Pistol ain't 'gon make it
Now my mind going brazy
Got me feeling like I was the cause of the hatred
Holding the revolver with the laser
They done killed my nigga, start the war, bring the nation
I got a boss situation
Military basis when we travel 'cross the nation
Double up the cup with maple
Abomination on your paper, I got acres
Black man when you walking and you labeled
Beat the odds, they don't wanna see you greater
Eat you alive like a lion or a 'gator
Mommas crying 'cause the police shot they babies
They crooked, the motherland they done took it
They take us and lock us up and throw the booklet
Started rapping then I shook it
I hate the fame, everybody keep on looking
We done sold out Brooklyn
Man, I miss my grandma cooking
Treat me like a don 'cause I'm gifted
I'm a run the money up, gotta go and get it
I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash
Green Lamborghini, paper tags
Riding through the city, 30 mags
Niggas snitching, they the police with no badge
How I grew up, my momma was my dad
So when I blew up I put her in a pad (mansion)
I like to throw up when I think about the crash
Not playing, when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey, hey)
Looking at the sky, think about my past
When I used to kick the door, shoot you for the cash
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad
Devil had a nigga soul livin' too fast
Praying to the Lord, my soul to keep
Controlling me, take a hold of me
Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by heat
So naive, cold in the streets