woo
i’m a maniac go crazy for the cash hey brazy
green lamborghini paper tags skrrt skrrt
ridin through the city 0 mags brrt bow
niggas snitchin’ they the police with no badge woo woo woo
how i grew up my momma was my dad momma 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 ugh
not playin’ when i hit the tree i smell the gas hey hey
lookin at the sky think about my past sky
when i used to kick the door shoot you for the cash boot boot boot
everybody hit the floor ‘fore you make me mad floor
devil had a nigga soul livin’ too fast soul
prayin’ to the lord my soul to keep keep
controllin’ me me take a hold of me hold
bitches ain’t shit got exposed by e ‘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 don’t speak let the check talk for me check woo
i cant sleep less the tec in my reach tec
hit the dope make me choke make me wheeze choke
sip the dope 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’
hurtin hurtin’ hurtin’ hurtin’
tryna see the light but we couldn’t pull the curtain
curtain curtain curtain curtain
night time lurkin’ night night
momma said the streetlights ’bout to stop workin’ light light 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 don’t go away with the percy slow down
that was when the rap wasn’t working wasn’t working
living in the trap it’s a circus trap circus
see my grandma in a hearse grandma
and pistol p gone in the casket
shot’s fired nigga 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 can’t 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 hey
i’m a maniac go crazy for the cash hey brazy
green lamborghini paper tags skrrt skrrt
ridin’ through the city 0 mags brrt bow
niggas snitchin’ they the police with no badge woo woo woo
how i grew up my momma was my dad momma 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 ugh
not playin’ when i hit the tree i smell the gas hey hey
lookin’ at the sky think about my past sky
when i used to kick the door shoot you for the cash boot boot boot
everybody hit the floor ‘fore you make me mad floor
devil had a nigga soul livin’ too fast
prayin’ to the lord my soul to keep keep
controllin’ me me take a hold of me hold
bitches ain’t shit got exposed by heat ‘sposed
so naive so cold in the streets streets
i been crossed out by my own brother woo woo
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
ridin’ on the backstreets thinkin’ ’bout my brother
prayin’ 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 how
niggas dyin’ ’round the same time i had a baby hoo
here go the operator operator
let the gang know pistol ain’t ‘gon make it he ain’t ‘gon make it
now my mind going brazy brazy
got me feeling like i was the cause of the hatred i’m the cause of it
holdin’ the revolver with the laser boop
they done killed my nigga 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 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 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 i’m gifted don don
i’m a run the money up gotta go and get it hey
i’m a maniac go crazy for the cash hey brazy
green lamborghini paper tags skrrt skrrt
ridin’ through the city 0 mags brrt bow
niggas snitchin’ they the police with no badge woo woo woo
how i grew up my momma was my dad momma 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 ugh
not playin’ when i hit the tree i smell the gas hey hey
lookin’ at the sky think about my past sky
when i used to kick the door shoot you for the cash boot boot boot
everybody hit the floor ‘fore you make me mad floor
devil had a nigga soul livin’ too fast
prayin’ to the lord my soul to keep keep
controllin’ me me take a hold of me hold
bitches ain’t shit got exposed by heat ‘sposed
so naive so cold in the streets streets
Artist: Offset
Year: 2019
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 623