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Yeah Ski mask, from a wild ass county called DeKalb Might get capped in your knee cap Come back and finish the job while you in rehab Amy Winehouse, send you back to rehab Notice the pattern My flow killin' niggas, Black Lives Matter Punches give you headline fractures Push your hairline backwards Four words, rings bigger than Saturn's I'm just tryna get by Skipped the first day of high school just to get high Tried to fuck my second grade teacher back in the day They kicked me out 'cause I was older than my actual age I was, I was, I was looking for a cougar bitch New niggas be on that groupie shit In my head, I see spooky shit, loony shit This, this, this is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic (Bandz) He's a paranoia who's a menace to our society He's a, he's a, he's a paranoia who's a menace to our society These niggas ain't got the heart they portray Tell them ghetto boys, I'll put a scar in their face Just go the opposite way SongtexteHop in your Honda and escape Bobby Ray, one with the wolves and I pummel the greats I'm on a killin' spree, turn up my auxiliary Difference 'tween me and you, I say the shit I really mean Choose the one can feel with me All about your energy Say she spiritual and sexual, I guess two different things You want some hero shit? It's now a Tarentino flick Boom, now you missing, Findin' Nemo shit Niggas do whatever to survive, I done seen some shit They be snitchin' for the precinct, get a fingerprint She a Spanish broad but she like that gringo dick Ice a bitch out, Sub Zero shit I been throwin' racks for ten summers Bitch you ain't save none of it? Say you want the whip, half of that could've funded it She know that I'm a hooligan She wanna see if her coochie fit In my head, I see spooky shit, loony shit This, this, this is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic (Bandz) He's a paranoia who's a menace to our society He's a, he's a, he's a paranoia who's a menace to our society Yeah Went pop, went conscious, ain't no shuttin' me up When it became about the money, that was fuckin' me up I'll never throw another motherfucker under the bus So I'm the only one to blame for second guessin' my gut I cut the TV on and nothing's on but black trauma porn Strap in my underarm, loud as a thunderstorm Niggas only hit you back when they need somethin' Then disappear like police comin' Raise your fucking kids so they don't run in my crib Sold a funeral home and gotta send you dozens of bills Be lookin' puzzled for real I'm from struggle for real Bobby Bandz, I ain't got no fuck or no chill Flip, flip, wear flip flops to your funeral Treat your grave like a urinal Niggas wouldn't pass me a crumb, now they wanna ask me to prom I'm tea-baggin' your mom, bitch Ha, lil' bitch This is what goes on lil' bitch In a mind of a lunatic, bitch Aus Songtexte Mania