Chorus: {lil’ ya & yella boy}
I got a head but ain’t no screws in it
I went through a stage, some people call it a mental phase
n#gg#, I got a head but ain’t no screws in it
I went through a stage, some people call it a mental phase
Verse one: {lil’ ya}
In the beginning’ I was f#ckin’ with that gin
Wasn’t smokin’ no weed, wasn’t even hangin’
With my friend’s sh#t got bad
Started whippin’ n#gg#’s #ss
Doin’ flight’s ever night wasn’t even
Takin’ bath’s uhh, my boy’s knew somethin’ was wrong
’cause everytime they see me slippin’
They would tell me
So I would scat and go listen to that
f#ckin’ slu, full of that gin wonderin’
What the f#ck to do, half of the time
I would hang on the corner,
Buy a pack of kool’s, get a b#tch then I bone her
Go home and wash my dick and switch up my dickie fit
It had to be black ’cause I totted a gat
I’m doin’ thing’s out the ordinary
That sh#t was very scary
I was trippin’ I was straight slippin’
Chorus
Verse two: {lil’ ya}
Now my mind is f#cked up and I can’t think
Left that gin and juice alone
Got’s myself a new drank
Started f#ckin’ with that clip, it took me on
Another extra strip, I had no fam plus it covered up
The tear’s that I had inside when my mama died
But I’m a man, and I’m real so I’m gone survive
I had a nine to five but I didn’t need it
My record’s sell’s well
So why should I be greedy
So f#ck it I’m a chill at home and watch my screen
Get full of that clip, f#ck a b#tch, a watch her scream
I’m goin’ crazy and I don’t know what the f#ck I’m facin’
At central park I’m considered a mental patient
I’m picturin’ b#tches in my mind, I’m bout to scheme
When I start f#ckin’ they try to stick me with anazeyme
Tellin’ me I needed to calm my nerves,
But all the while all I needed was some fire herb
You heard the wzord lil’ ya done got straight served man
I was chillin’ people said I robbed pat swillen
Chorus
Verse three: {lil’ ya}
Ninety day’s done passed and all my charge got dropped
Collected all my commissary and I’m back to my block
No more car’s, no more girl’s, I’m in a diffrent world
Facin’ reality I got to start again
Like I said, can’t f#ck around with no friend’s
Like shawn kemp, I 360 turned my life around
Went through a stage some people call it a mentally phase
Chorus: {2x}
Say ya brah, who the f#ck is the president
Man, I’m the muthaf#ckin’ president
f#ck michael gordon
f#ck the pink slip you used to emit me with
f#ck the doctor’s who told me I wasn’t gonna get better
f#ck the nurses, I used to f#ck on the third floor at charity
b#tch I was contra up there ya heard me
And last but not least f#ck everybody that call me crazy
’cause, if you f#ck around and hang with me
b#tch you gonna be crazy to
Now black, get my straight jacket and
Bring me to my muthaf#ckin’ room
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