Boosie BadAzz - Mind of a Maniac lyrics

[Talking: Lil Boosie] 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 n***as dont under stand Lemme talk to ya'll before we leave [Rapping:] I keep a gat cause n***as murder gotta bad habit Of purple in the studio I murk ya, I'm comin mane I swear to God I'm thuggin hard trill n***as deal witcha big Glocks off top, we ain't stuntin mane We street n***as, we eat n***as off tracks from Mouse and B You betta be bout ya bread ya talk to me Mom ya wonder why ya child's so bad, because the f**in body bags done hypnotized my a**, 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 b**h, get a prenupt {I ain't go no mind} [Hook:] Welcome to the mind of a maniac {street n***a, street n***a} [x2] [Rapping:] Thug life, that's all we know so we grow until some beasts when we can let off them leeches 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 bad azz, straight up! Angels runnin us off, I ain't runnin my mouth, spade for spade I'm the realest n***a out Know what I'm talkin bout My n***as let Joc out Jealous cause we fresher than rest of them fellas done stick together Gotta have alarms, locks, I, can't trust nobody, I, gotta keep a desert eagle n***a know I got it Heart full of f**in pain cause I'm tired of gettin stabbed And grabbed by all these the mutha f**in crabs I laugh and maintain don't switch the game plan and f** the police they bring us no peace This the mind of me, {Boosie boo} so much sh** 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 & still holla I'm a boss so I go off, know I like to show off, on the road of riches, gotta murda these n***as {Ain't got no mind} [Hook x2] We holla f** cops, if we fall off with this rap mane it's back to the trap to bust blocks Man who can I trust not, n***a f**in up the game, it's down to momma pain, & CEO's and main mane Gon' be in the chain game these n***as don't stop playin from n***as, and b**hes, yes sir I got game God cursed me with diabetes I feel like I'm insane, you ain't from the hood & you don't deserve It mane, in the streets they murder mane, and Boosie he a target, so me? I got my 40 when I'm sh**tin on the toilet, I'm paranoid, starin' hard to get ya a** hit Four or five chains ain't never had sh** f** a b**h 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 k** deers and it's real {Ain't got no mind} [Hook x2]