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the big homie - mind of a maniac lyrics

[intro]
hmm
yop, yop
yop, yop
yop, yop
yop, yop (byekyle)

[verse]
i caught a hat ’cause i was hurt
my brother died, feel like he died on purpose
he knew dog was on his ass and he ain’t wanna tell him
had a mind of a maniac, he let the trenches fail him
shot my n+gga thirteen times, he died, he couldn’t feel the rest
he got smoked at seventeen, lil’ bro ain’t even have no kids yet
i gave his mama cheese for his headstone and his funeral
ain’t even go see him in that ‘spital when he checked ’cause i was spinnin’
the same night, i was on dexter ave tryna catch the k!ller (hmm)
i hit like seven n+ggas and i was only eighteen
none of ’em died, though, but that’s when they found out yop was gon’ slide, though
i could’ve crashed out in the mall while he was slippin’ with his son
the floor wet, that’s why you slippin’ with your gun, couldn’t be me
i couldn’t catch dre, so it had to be g
lil’ bro was movin’ too fast, sometimes, i feel like it’s ’cause of me (yop)
i had a mind of a maniac, i couldn’t even eat
so i started takin’ drugs to cover the pain up when i was bleedin’
when i was runnnin’ out of bullets, you ain’t buy none, i couldn’t even fund a war (my yop)
had a tour around the city before i had a tour
i was blind, i couldn’t even see the door and it was in front of me
i lost my mind, sh+t, i couldn’t hear no more, stopped havin’ the company
i was chin+deep, came home in a different bag ’cause i got kids
on my two feet, my ten toes, i really stand on business
ain’t tryna guide you through the sh+t, the sh+t you doin’, sh+t, i already did it
take my advice, this sh+t ain’t ’bout nothin’, go run up them digits, n+gga
i wish somebody would’ve told me (yop, yop)
they probably did, but i probably wasn’t listenin’ ’cause i was on p’s
same drugs i was takin’ almost got a n+gga life (yop, yop)
thought it was fun to do broad days and spin at night
until i sat in that cell and thought about it
is it really worth it? you got kids and og and some siblings, n+gga (yop, yop)
i had to look in the mirror to understand i was the gifted n+gga
now i over+stand, though, but i’ll still stand on it (yop, yop)
when sh+t get personal, n+gga, you’ll be surprised what a verse’ll do (yop, yop)
this sh+t be hurtin’ a lot of n+ggas’ feelings, i know, but i don’t give a f+ck
when they was hurtin’ my n+gga’s mama’s feelings, them n+ggas ain’t even give a f+ck
so i fap somethin’ down every time i can
i moved out of town, they sick i ain’t in the city showin’ my hand
in the public eyes, i ain’t on that no more, i’m cool with that
i was on the bench, my starting five still won like they had ja morant, hoo (yop, yop)
public eyes, i ain’t on that no more, i’m cool with that
i was on the bench, my starting five still won like they had ja morant, hmm (yop, yop)
[outro]
when they was hurtin’ my n+gga’s mama’s feelings, them n+ggas ain’t even give a f+ck (hoo)
this sh+t be hurtin’ a lot of n+ggas’ feelings, i know, but i don’t give a f+ck (hoo)

- the big homie lyrics

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