Mind of a Maniac

Lyrics

[Intro] I done showed the world Now we finna wrap it up, ya know what I'm sayin' Welcome to the mind of a maniac What part of real you niggas don't under stand Lemme talk to y'all before we leave [Verse 1] I keep a gat 'cause niggas 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 niggas deal with 'cha big Glocks off top, we ain't stuntin', mane We street niggas, we eat niggas off tracks From Mouse and B, you better be 'bout ya 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' on to 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 prenupt (I ain't go no mind) [Chorus] Welcome to the mind of a maniac (Street, nigga, street, nigga) Welcome to the mind of a maniac (Street, nigga, street, nigga) [Verse 2] Thug life, that's all we know so we grow into some beasts When we dealin' off them leashes 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 Badazz, straight up! I ain't just running the south, I ain't runnin' my mouth Spade for spade I'm the realest nigga out Know what I'm talkin' 'bout My niggas lay chalk out Jealous 'cause we fresher Than the rest of the fellas that stick together Gotta have alarms now, I can't trust nobody I gotta keep a desert eagle, nigga, know I got it Heart full of fuckin pain 'cause I'm tired of gettin' stabbed And grabbed by all these the mutha fuckin 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'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 and still holla I'm a boss so I go off, know I like to show off On the road of riches, gotta murder these niggas (Ain't got no mind) [Chorus] Welcome to the mind of a maniac (Street, nigga, street, nigga) Welcome to the mind of a maniac (Street, nigga, street, nigga) [Verse 3] 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, nigga fuckin' up the game It's down to momma pain, and CEOs and main mane Gon' be in the chain gang These niggas don't stop playin' from niggas, and bitches, yessir, I got game God cursed me with diabetes, I feel like I'm insane You ain't from the hood and then you don't deserve It mane, in the streets they murder mane, and Boosie he a target So me? I got my forty when I'm shittin on the toilet Im paranoid, starin' hard will get your ass hit Four or five chains, I ain't never had shit Fuck a bitch she wanna mingle, ha, she want my jingles One hit wonders gettin rich off a single What's happenin Michael Vick? Don't snitch Tell that judge he kill deals and it's real (Ain't got no mind) [Chorus] Welcome to the mind of a maniac (Street, nigga, street, nigga) Welcome to the mind of a maniac (Street, nigga, street, nigga)