I'm a maniac, go crazy for the cash Green Lamborghini, paper tag Ridin' through the city, 30 mags Niggas snitchin' they the police with no badge How I grew up, my mama with my dad So when I blew up, I put her in the pad I light the door up when I think about the crash I glad when I hit the tree, I smell the gas Lookin' at the sky, thinkin' bout my past When I used to kick it, dog, shoot you for the cash Everybody hit the floor before you make me mad Don't have a nigga soul, livin' too fast Prayin' to the Lord, my soul to keep Control of me, take a hold of me Bitches ain't ***, got exposed by heat So naive, cold in the street Sleep on my feet Money turn homies to zombies to eat Miss my grandma, she was humble and sweet I don't speak, let the chicks off of me I can't sleep, that's the tick in my reach Hit the dope, make me choke, make me wheeze Sip the dope, have the pain, add the heat Tryna get the money for a clan, it was dirty Playin' football, hide the fire in my girdle Gettin' locked up, runnin' round in a circle Brother caught fifteen like he did a murder Now my whole family hurtin' Tryna see the light, but we couldn't pull the curtain Nighttime lurkin', mama said the street lights bout to start workin' Lookin' at my mama in the eyes Lookin' at me like a new person She tellin' me I need to slow down The pain don't go away with the purchase That was when the rap wasn't workin' Livin' in the trap, it's a search Just see my grandma in a hearse And put the peak on in a casket Shots fired, n***a blastin' Cops, they arrived, start smashin' Ops, we shoot shots like the Mavericks Vox, put the cash up and we stashin' We flop, we doin' numbers, can't imagine Money tunnel in the roof, panoramin' Count the bottles till my hands start crampin' Icon with the drip and need a navigator I'm a maniac, go crazy for the cash Green Lamborghini, paper tags Ridin' through the city, thirty mags N***a snitchin', they the police with no badge How I grew up, my mama with my dad So when I blew up, I put her in the pad I like to throw up when I think about the crash Like man, when I hit the tree, I smell the gas Lookin' at the sky, thinkin' bout my past When I used to kick your door, shoot you for the cash Everybody hit the floor before you make me mad Never had a n***a soul livin' too fast Prayin' to the Lord, my soul to keep Control of me, take a hold of me Bitches ain't ***, got exposed by heat So naive, cold in the street I been crossed out by my own brother Ain't no rules in the street, don't trust her 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 backstreet, thinkin' bout my brother Friend, yet he come home to his lovin' mother Can't believe it that I got it all out the gutter Face time, round three, Mike in the puddle How I'm supposed to take it? N****s diein' round the same time I had a baby Here go the operator Let the gang know, pistol ain't gon' make it Now my mind goin' brazy Got me feelin' like I was the cause of the hatred Holdin' a revolver with the laser They done killed my n***a, start the war, bring the nation I got a bar situation Military bases, and we travel across the nation Double up the cup with maple Abomination on your paper, I got echoes Black man when you walkin' in your label Beat the eyes, they don't wanna see you greater Get you a lie like a lion or a gator Mama's cryin' cause the police shot they babies They crooked, the motherland, they done took it They take us and lock us up and throw the booklet Started rappin', then I shook it I hate the fame, everybody keep on lookin' Fame, we done sold out Brooklyn Man, I miss my grandma, I'm cookin' Treat me like a don cause I'm gifted I'ma run the money, y'all gotta go I'm a mini, it go crazy for the cab Green Lamborghini, paper tags Ridin' through the city, 30 mags N****s snitchin' they the police with no badge How I grew up? My mama with my dad So when I blew up, I put her in the past I like to throw up when I think about the crash Like, girl, when I hit the tree, I smell the gas Lookin' at the sky, thinkin' bout my past When I used to kick the door, shoot you for the cash Everybody hit the floor before you make me mad Devil had a n***a soul, livin' too fast Burn to the lower of my soul, the key Control of me, take a hold of me Bitches ain't ***, got exposed by heat So naive, cold in the street