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Im a maniac go crazy for the cash hey brazy
Green lamborghini paper tags skrrt
Ridin through the city
30 mags brrt bow
N***as snitchin they the police
With no badge woo woo
How I grew up my momma was my dad 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
Not playin when I hit the tree
I smell the gas hey
Lookin at the sky think about my past sky
When I used to kick the door
Shoot you for the cash boot boot
Everybody hit the floor fore you make me mad
Devil had a n***a soul livin too fast soul
Prayin to the Lord my soul to keep keep
Controllin me me take a hold of me hold
B***hes aint s**t got exposed by heat sposed
So naive so cold in the streets streets
Sleep on my feet feet
Money turn homies to zombies they eat zombies
Miss my grandma she was humble and sweet grandma
I dont speak let the check talk for me check
I cant sleep less the tec in my reach tec
Hit the d**e make me choke make me wheeze choke
Sip the d**e 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
Tryna see the light but we couldnt pull the curtain
Curtain curtain curtain curtain
Night time lurkin night
Momma said the streetlights
Bout to stop workin 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 dont go away with the percy slow down
That was when the rap wasnt working wasnt working
Living in the trap its a circus trap circus
See my grandma in a hearse grandma
And pistol P gone in the casket
Shots fired n***a blasting brrt
Cops they arrive start smashing woop woop
Opps we shoot shots like the mavericks opps
Vaults put the cash up and we stash it stash
You flop we doing numbers cant 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
Im a maniac go crazy for the cash hey brazy
Green lamborghini paper tags skrrt
Ridin through the city
30 mags brrt
N***as snitchin they the
Police with no badge woo woo
How I grew up my momma was my dad momma
So when I blew up I put her in a pad mansion
I like to throw up when
I think about the crash ugh
Not playin when I hit the tree
I smell the gas hey
Lookin at the sky think about my past sky
When I used to kick the door
Shoot you for the cash boot boot
Everybody hit the floor fore you make me mad floor
Devil had a n***a soul livin too fast
Prayin to the Lord my soul to keep keep
Controllin me me take a hold of me hold
B***hes aint s**t got exposed by heat sposed
So naive so cold in the streets streets
I been crossed out by my own brother
Aint no rules in the street dont 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 loving mother
Cant 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
N***as dyin round the same time
I had a baby hoo
Here go the operator operator
Let the gang know pistol aint
Gon make it he aint gon make it
Now my mind going brazy brazy
Got me feeling like I was the
Cause of the hatred
Im the cause of it
Holdin the revolver with the laser boop
They done killed my n***a 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 walking and you labeled
Beat the odds they dont wanna see you greater
Eat you alive like a lion or a gator
Mommas crying 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 booklet take us
Started rapping then I shook it shook it
I hate the fame everybody keep on looking fame
We done sold out brooklyn sold out
Man I miss my grandma cookin grandma
Treat me like a don cause Im gifted
Im a run the money up
Gotta go and get it
Go crazy for the cash hey brazy
Green lamborghini paper tags skrrt
Ridin through the city 30 mags brrt bow
N***as snitchin they the police
With no badge woo woo
How I grew up my momma was my dad momma
So when I blew up I put
Her in a pad mansion
I like to throw up when I think
About the crash ugh
Not playin when I hit the tree
I smell the gas hey
Lookin at the sky think about my past sky
When I used to kick the door shoot
You for the cash boot boot
Everybody hit the floor fore
You make me mad floor
Devil had a n***a soul livin too fast
Prayin to the Lord my soul to keep keep
Controllin me me take a hold of me hold
B***hes aint s**t got exposed by heat sposed
So naive so cold in the streets
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