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Woo

I'm a maniac go for the cash (Hey, crazy)
Lamborghini, paper tags (Skrrt)
Ridin' the city, thirty mags (Brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', they the with no badge (Woo, woo, woo)
How I up, my momma with my dad (Momma, huh)
So I blew up I put her in a pad (Mansion)
I like to up when I think about the crash (Ugh, ugh)
Not playin', I hit the tree I smell the gas (Hey, hey)
Lookin' at the sky, about my past (Sky)
When I used to a door, shoot you for the cash (Boot, boot, boot)
Everybody hit the floor you make me mad (Floor)
Yo, I had a nigga soul too fast
to the Lord, my soul to keep (Keep)
Controllin' me (Me), a hold of me (Hold)
Bitches ain't shit, got by E ('Sposed)
So naive, cold in the (Streets)

Sleep on my (Feet)
Money turn homies to zombies, eat (Zombies)
my grandma, she was humble and sweet (Grandma)
I speak, let the check talk for me (Check, woo)
I can't 'less the tech in my reach (Tech)
Hit the dope, me choke, make me wheeze (Choke, woo)
Sip the dope, the pain at ease (Hey)
Tryna get the 'fore it clean, it was dirty (Dirty)
Playin' football, hide the fire in my (Ha)
Gettin' locked up, round in a circle (Circle)
caught fifteen like he did a murder (Murder)
Now my family hurtin' (Hurtin')
Tryna see the but we couldn't
the curtain (Curtain, curtain, curtain)
Night lurkin' (Night, night),
momma said the 'bout
to stop (Light, light, light)
at my momma in her eyes (Momma)
Lookin' at me like a new (New person)
She me I need to slow down (Slow down)
The don't go away with the percy (Slow down)
That was the rap wasn't working (Wasn't working)
in the trap it's a search (Trap search)
See my grandma in a (Grandma)
And Pistol P in the casket
Shot's nigga blasting (Brrt)
Cops, arrive start smashing (Woop, woop)
we shoot shots like the Mavericks (Opps)
[?] put the up and we stash it (Stash)
You flop, we doing numbers can't (Hey)
Money [?] when the panoramic (Skrrt)
Count the bottles 'til my hand crampin' (Cramp)
I come the drip I need a napkin (Hey)

I'm a maniac go crazy for the (Hey, crazy)
Green Lamborghini, paper (Skrrt)
through the city, thirty mags (Brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', they the police with no (Woo, woo, woo)
How I grew up, my momma my dad (Momma, huh)
So when I up I put her in a pad (Mansion)
I to throw up when I think about the crash (Ugh, ugh)
Not playin', I hit the tree I smell the gas (Hey, hey)
Lookin' at the sky, think about my (Sky)
When I used to kick a door, you for the cash (Boot, boot, boot)
Everybody hit the 'fore you make me mad (Floor)
Yo, I had a soul livin' too fast
Prayin' to the Lord, my to keep (Keep)
me (Me), take a hold of me (Hold)
Bitches shit, got exposed by E ('Sposed)
So naive, in the streets (Streets)

I been crossed out by my own (Woo, woo)
no rules in the street don't trust 'em
Ran it up and I had to go it
Police 'bout to the door now we gotta flush it
Ridin' on the back thinkin' 'bout my brother
Prayin' he come home to his loving mother
believe it that I got it all out the gutter
Facetime 'round 3 in a puddle
How am I to take it? (How?)
Niggas around the same time I had a baby (Hoo)
Here go the (Operator)
Let the gang know Pistol ain't 'gon make it (He ain't make it)
Now my going brazy (Brazy)
Got me feeling I was the cause
of the hatred (I'm the of it)
Golden revolver with the (Boop)
They killed my nigga start a war
the nation (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
I got a boss (Boss)
Military when we travel 'cross the nation (Military)
up the cup with maple (Woo)
Abomination on paper I got acres
Black man when you walking and you
Beat the odds they don't see you greater
Eat you alive like a lion or a
Momma's crying cause the police they babies
They crooked the motherland done took it (Crooked)
They us and lock us up and throw the buckle (Take us)
Started rapping then I it (Shook it)
I hate the fame everybody on looking (Fame)
We done out Brooklyn (Sold out)
Man I my Grandma cookin' (Grandma)
Treat me like a don 'cause I'm (Like a don)
I'm a run the money up go and get it (Hey)

I'm a maniac go for the cash (Hey, crazy)
Green Lamborghini, paper (Skrrt)
Ridin' through the city, mags (Brrt, bow)
snitchin', they the police with no badge (Woo, woo, woo)
How I grew up, my with my dad (Momma, huh)
So when I up I put her in a pad (Mansion)
I like to throw up when I think about the (Ugh, ugh)
Not playin', when I hit the tree I the gas (Hey, hey)
Lookin' at the sky, about my past (Sky)
When I used to kick a door, you for the cash (Boot, boot, boot)
Everybody hit the floor you make me mad (Floor)
Yo, I had a nigga soul too fast
Prayin' to the Lord, my to keep (Keep)
Controllin' me (Me), take a of me (Hold)
Bitches ain't shit, got by E ('Sposed)
So naive, in the streets (Streets)