Woo! I'm a maniac, go crazy for the cash Green Lamborghini, paper tags Riding through the city, 30 mags Niggas snitching, they the police with no badge How I grew up, my momma was my dad So when I blew up I put her in a pad (mansion) I like to throw up when I think about the crash Not playing, when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey, hey) Looking at the sky, think about my past When I used to kick the door, shoot you for the cash Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad Devil had a nigga soul, living too fast Praying to the Lord, my soul to keep Controlling me, take a hold of me Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by E! So naive, cold in the streets Sleep on my feet Money turn homies to zombies, they eat Miss my grandma, she was humble and sweet I don't speak, let the check talk for me I can't sleep 'less the TEC in my reach Hit the dope, make me choke, make me wheeze Sip the dope, help the pain at ease Tryna get the money 'fore it clean, it was dirty Playing football, hide the fire in my girdle Getting locked up, running 'round in a circle Brother caught fifteen like he did a murder (Murder, murder, murder, murder) Now my whole family hurting Tryna see the light, but we couldn't pull the curtain (Curtain, curtain, curtain, curtain) Night time lurking Momma said the streetlights 'bout to stop working Looking at my momma in her eyes Looking at me like a new person She telling me I need to slow down (slow down) The pain don't go away with the Percy (slow down) That was when the rap wasn't working Living in the trap, it's a circus See my grandma in a hearse And Pistol P gone in the casket Shot's fired, nigga blasting Cops, they arrive, start smashing Opps, we shoot shots like the Mavericks Vaults, put the cash up and we stash it You flop, we doing numbers, can't imagine Money tunnel when the roof panoramic Count the bundles till my hand start cramping I come with the drip, I need a napkin I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash Green Lamborghini, paper tags Riding through the city, 30 mags Niggas snitching, they the police with no badge How I grew up, my momma was my dad So when I blew up I put her in a pad (mansion) I like to throw up when I think about the crash Not playing, when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey, hey) Looking at the sky, think about my past When I used to kick the door, shoot you for the cash Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad Devil had a nigga soul living too fast Praying to the Lord, my soul to keep Controlling me, take a hold of me Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by heat So naive, cold in the streets I been crossed out by my own brother Ain't no rules in the street, don't trust 'em Ran it up and I had to go and bust it Police 'bout to kick the door, now we gotta flush it Riding on the backstreets thinking 'bout my brother Praying that he come home to his loving mother Can't believe it that I got it all out the gutter FaceTime 'round three, Mike in a puddle How am I 'posed to take it? Niggas dying '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 going brazy Got me feeling like I was the cause of the hatred Holding the revolver with the laser They done killed my nigga, start the war, bring the nation I got a boss situation Military basis when we travel 'cross the nation Double up the cup with maple Abomination on your paper, I got acres Black man when you walking and you labeled Beat the odds, they don't 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 They take us and lock us up and throw the booklet Started rapping then I shook it I hate the fame, everybody keep on looking We done sold out Brooklyn Man, I miss my grandma cooking Treat me like a don 'cause I'm gifted I'm a run the money up, gotta go and get it I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash Green Lamborghini, paper tags Riding through the city, 30 mags Niggas snitching, they the police with no badge How I grew up, my momma was my dad So when I blew up I put her in a pad (mansion) I like to throw up when I think about the crash Not playing, when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey, hey) Looking at the sky, think about my past When I used to kick the door, shoot you for the cash Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad Devil had a nigga soul livin' too fast Praying to the Lord, my soul to keep Controlling me, take a hold of me Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by heat So naive, cold in the streets