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

I keep a gat niggas murder gotta bad habit
Of purple in the studio I murk ya, I'm comin mane.
I swear to God I'm thuggin trill niggas deal witcha big glocks off top, we ain't stuntin mane
We street niggas, we eat niggas off tracks Mouse and B
You betta be bout ya ya talk to me
Mom ya why ya child's so bad, because the fuckin body bags done hypnotized my ass, it's deep
Holdin on to this 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 the hiccups, you're rich if ya marry a bitch, get a prenupt
{I ain't go no

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

Thug life, that's all we know so we grow until some beasts we can let off them leeches
We go and get it, get ya up
And when them camera flash you ain't never gotta ask that's Boosie bad azz, straight up!
Angels runnin us off, I ain't runnin my mouth, for spade I'm the realest nigga out,
Know what I'm talkin
My let Joc out
Jealous we fresher than rest of them fellas done stick together
Gotta have alarms, locks, I, can't trust nobody, I, gotta a desert eagle nigga know I got it
full of fuckin pain cause I'm tired of gettin stabbed
And grabbed by all these the mutha crabs.
I laugh and maintain don't switch the plain and fuck the police they bring us no peace.
This the mind of me, {Boosie boo} so much shit goin on I roam how I'm gonna find some peace?
They say I'm a role model, but I'm not a 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 these niggas
{Ain't got no

x2]

We holla fuck cops, if we fall off with this rap mane back to the trap to bust blocks
Man who can I trust not, nigga up the game, it's down to momma pain, & CEO's and main mane,
Gon' be in the game these niggas don't stop playin from niggas, and bitches, yes sir I got game.
God cursed me with diabetes I feel like I'm insane, you ain't from the hood & you deserve
It mane, in the streets they mane, and Boosie he a target, so me?
I got my 40 I'm shittin on the toilet, I'm paranoid, starin' hard to get ya ass hit.
Four or five chains ain't had shit.
Fuck a bitch she wanna mingle, ha, she want my jingles, one hit wonders rich off a single.
that Michael Vick? Don't snitch, tell that judge he kill deers and it's real.
{Ain't got no

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