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fiend - i'm losing my mind lyrics

(talking)
i know, i know two wrongs don’t make a right
but, sometimes n-ggas be tripping, knowi’msaying

[fiend]
that dirty thing went pow, all i could say was
look what quickly happened to that yapping n-ggas i rap
i’m foul, you heard my side of the f-cking story
my cousin tory, with a twenty for me but i wanted the glory
now spot him i didn’t seen, scouted out his team
get punked, ‘fore i jump, bumping that old fiend
hit a l!ck and say cuz, i’m heading to the city
incase i don’t take him, i think my god won’t forgive me
and just because money famous all my cars pretty
don’t mean this star gone b-lls on getting sh-tty
i heard this b-st-rd, was repping on some past sh-t
with a spot why i blasted, with somebody in a casket

(chorus – 2x)
i think i’m losing my mind, i think i’m losing my mind
i think i’m losing my mind, i think i’m losing my mind
i feel like using that nine, i feel like using that nine
i feel like using that nine, i feel like using that nine

[fiend]
these evil thoughts want out, trying to avoid
the paranoid thoughts of, taking the wrong route
f-ck wrong when you hungry and can’t take it
situations be made out of gl-ss and can break it
fouls i’m that child being broke, won’t find me
early death, won’t catch me and standing behind me
now the laz-e boy so don’t try to recline me
a three strike system might bout to be find me
look my, nerves are bad, inherit em from my dad
behind cold hard cash ready to go mad
i, thumb through your pad ready with flammable gas
and your pants will be burned n-gga formulating blood baths

(chorus – 2x)

i think i’m losing my mind1 “i’m losing my mind” by fiend
i feel like using that nine
i think i’m losing my mind
i feel like using that nine

(talking)
(man hold on here a minute, i just spent five motherf-cking years
y’all ain’t talking bout, i’m losing my mind, i’m using my nine
man what is you talking bout) man, you know what, you right youknowi’msaying
where i’m from n-ggas don’t be yapping they reacting, i’ma get it on though
(now that’s what i’m talking bout) give me a pound give me something like that
(h-ll yeah) (-gun shot-)
ba!!!! mother b-tch f-cker boy don’t you ever disrespect me when i’m talking

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