I done showed the world,
Now we finna wrap it up, ya know what I'm sayin [bad word] to the mind of a maniac
What part of real you niggas don't understand?
Lemme talk to ya'll before we leave

I keep a gat cause niggas murder gotta bad habit
Of purple in the studio while I murk ya, [bad word] mane.
I swear to God I'm thuggin hard trill niggas deal witcha big glocks off top, we ain't stuntin mane
We street niggas, we eat niggas off tracks from Mouse and You betta be bout ya bread ya talk to me
Mom ya wonder why ya child's so bad, because the [bad word] body bags done hypnotized my [bad word]  it's deep
Holdin on to this money mane I gotta get it, choppers and a glock 40 play with me you get ya issue
Wrap ya [bad word] up cause ya [bad word] will have the hiccups, you're rich if ya marry a [bad word]  get a prenupt
(I ain't go no mind)
 [bad word] to the mind of a maniac (street [bad word]  street [bad word] 

Thug Life, that's all we know so we grow until some beasts when we can let off them leeches
We go and get it, get ya weight up
And when them camera flash you ain't never gotta ask it's that's Boosie bad azz, straight up! [bad word] us off, I [bad word] my mouth, spade for spade I'm the realest [bad word] out,
Know what I'm talkin bout
My niggas let Joc out
Jealous cause we fresher than rest of them fellas done stick together
Gotta have alarms, locks, I, can't [bad word] nobody, I, gotta keep a desert eagle [bad word] know I got it
Heart full of [bad word] pain cause I'm tired of gettin stabbed
And grabbed by all these the mutha [bad word] crabs.
I laugh and maintain don't switch the game plain and [bad word] the police they bring us no peace.
This the mind of me, (Boosie boo) so much [bad word] goin on where I roam how I'm gonna find some peace?
They say I'm a role model, but I'm not a role model, gotta smile when I ain't gotta, tired & still holla
I'm a boss so I go off, know I like to show off, on the road of riches, gotta murda these niggas
(Ain't got no mind)

We holla [bad word] cops, if we fall off with this rap mane it's back to the trap to bust blocks
Man who can I [bad word] not, [bad word] [bad word] up the game, it's down to momma pain, & CEO's and main mane,
Gon' be in the chain game these niggas don't stop playin from niggas, and [bad word]  yes sir I got game.
God cursed me with diabetes I feel like I'm insane, you ain't from the hood & you don't deserve
It mane, in the streets they murder mane, and Boosie he a target, so me?
I got my 40 when I'm [bad word] on the toilet, I'm paranoid, starin' hard to get ya [bad word] hit.
Four or five chains ain't never had [bad word]  [bad word] a [bad word] she wanna mingle, ha, she want my jingles, one hit wonders gettin rich off a single.
What's that Michael Vick? Don't snitch, tell that judge he kill deers and it's real.
(Ain't got no mind)