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Woo!

[Chorus:]
I'm a maniac, go crazy for the cash, (Hey, brazy)
Green Lamborghini, paper tags, (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ridin through the city, 30 mags (Brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin, they the police with no badge, (Woo, woo, woo)
How I grew up, my momma was my dad, (Momma, huh)
So when I blew up, I put her in a pad, (Mansion)
I like to throw up when I think about the crash, (Ugh, ugh)
Not playin, when I hit the tree, I smell the gas. (Hey, hey)
Lookin at the sky, think about my past (Sky)
When I used to kick the door, shoot you for the cash, (Boot, boot, boot)
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad, (Floor)
Devil had a nigga soul livin too fast. (Soul)
Prayin to the Lord my soul to keep, (Keep)
Controllin me, (Me) take a hold of me, (Hold)
Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by heat, ('Sposed)
So naïve, (So) cold in the streets. (Streets)

[Verse 1:]
Sleep on my feet, (Feet)
Money turn homies to zombies, they eat, (Zombies)
Miss my grandma, she was humble and sweet. (Grandma)
I don't speak, let the check talk for me, (Check, woo)
I can't sleep 'less the TEC in my reach, (TEC)
Hit the dope, make me choke, make me wheeze, (Choke)
Sip the dope, help the pain at ease. (Hey)
Tryna get the money 'fore it clean, it was dirty, (Dirty)
Playin football, hide the fire in my girdle, (Fire)
Gettin locked up, runnin round in a circle, (Circle)
Brother caught fifteen like he did a murder.
(Murder, murder, murder, murder)
Now my whole family hurtin,
(Hurtin, hurtin, hurtin, hurtin)
Tryna see the light but we couldn't pull the curtain,
(Curtain, curtain, curtain, curtain)
Night time lurkin, (Night, night)
Momma said the streetlights bout to stop workin. (Light, light, light)
Lookin at my momma in her eyes, (Momma)
Lookin at me like a new person, (New person)
She tellin me I need to slow down, (Slow down)
The pain don't go away with the perky. (Slow down)
That was when the rap wasn't workin, (Wasn't workin)
Livin in the trap, it's a circus, (Trap circus)
See my grandma in a hearse (Grandma)
And Pistol P gone in the casket,
Shot's fired, nigga blastin, (Brrt)
Cops, they arrive, start smashin, (Woop, woop)
Opps, we shoot shots like the Mavericks, (Opps)
Vaults, put the cash up and we stash it, (Stash)
You flop, we doin numbers can't imagine, (Hey)
Money tunnel when the roof panoramic, (Skrrt)
Count the bundles 'til my hand start crampin, (Cramp)
I come with the drip, I need a napkin. (Hey)

[Chorus:]
I'm a maniac, go crazy for the cash, (Hey, brazy)
Green Lamborghini, paper tags, (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ridin through the city, 30 mags (Brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin, they the police with no badge, (Woo, woo, woo)
How I grew up, my momma was my dad, (Momma, huh)
So when I blew up, I put her in a pad, (Mansion)
I like to throw up when I think about the crash, (Ugh, ugh)
Not playin, when I hit the tree, I smell the gas. (Hey, hey)
Lookin at the sky, think about my past (Sky)
When I used to kick the door, shoot you for the cash, (Boot, boot, boot)
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad, (Floor)
Devil had a nigga soul livin too fast. (Soul)
Prayin to the Lord my soul to keep, (Keep)
Controllin me, (Me) take a hold of me, (Hold)
Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by heat, ('Sposed)
So naïve, (So) cold in the streets. (Streets)

[Verse 2:]
I been crossed out by my own brother, (Woo, woo)
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.
Ridin on the backstreets thinkin bout my brother,
Prayin that he come home to his lovin' 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? (How?)
Niggas dyin round the same time I had a baby, (Hoo)
Here go the operator, (Operator)
Let the gang know Pistol ain't gon make it. (He ain't gon make it)
Now my mind goin brazy, (Brazy)
Got me feelin like I was the cause of the hatred, (I'm the cause of it)
Holdin the revolver with the laser, (Boop)
They done killed my nigga, start the war, bring the nation. (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
I got a boss situation, (Boss)
Military basis when we travel cross the nation, (Military)
Double up the cup with maple, (Hoo)
Abomination on your paper, I got acres.
Black man when you walkin and you labeled,
Beat the odds, they don't wanna see you greater,
Eat you alive like a lion or a 'gator,
Mommas cryin 'cause the police shot they babies,
They crooked, the motherland, they done took it, (Crooked)
They take us and lock us up and throw the book at, (Take us)
Started rappin then I shook it, (Shook it)
I hate the fame, everybody keep on lookin, (Fame)
We done sold out Brooklyn, (Sold out)
Man, I miss my Grandma cookin', (Grandma)
Treat me like a don 'cause I'm gifted, (Don, don)
I'm a run the money up, gotta go and get it. (Hey)

[Chorus:]
I'm a maniac, go crazy for the cash, (Hey, brazy)
Green Lamborghini, paper tags, (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ridin through the city, 30 mags (Brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin, they the police with no badge, (Woo, woo, woo)
How I grew up, my momma was my dad, (Momma, huh)
So when I blew up, I put her in a pad, (Mansion)
I like to throw up when I think about the crash, (Ugh, ugh)
Not playin, when I hit the tree, I smell the gas. (Hey, hey)
Lookin at the sky, think about my past (Sky)
When I used to kick the door, shoot you for the cash, (Boot, boot, boot)
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad, (Floor)
Devil had a nigga soul livin too fast. (Soul)
Prayin to the Lord my soul to keep, (Keep)
Controllin me, (Me) take a hold of me, (Hold)
Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by heat, ('Sposed)
So naïve, (So) cold in the streets. (Streets)

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