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

Nigga, 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 fuckin' with that gin

Wasn't smokin' no weed, wasn't even hangin'

With my friend's shit got bad

Started whippin' nigga's ass

Doin' flight's ever night wasn't even

Takin' bath's uhh, my boy's knew somethin' was wrong

Cuz everytime they see me slippin'

They would tell me

{ hey dog what's wrong?}

So i would scat and go listen to that

Fuckin' slu, full of that gin wonderin'

What the fuck to do, half of the time

I would hang on the corner,

Buy a pack of kool's, get a bitch then i bone her

Go home and wash my dick and switch up my dickie fit

It had to be black cuz i totted a gat

I'm doin' thing's out the ordinary

That shit was very scary

I was trippin' i was straight slippin'



Chorus



Verse two: {lil' ya}



Now my mind is fucked up and i can't think

Left that gin and juice alone

Got's myself a new drank

Started fuckin' 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 fuck it i'm a chill at home and watch my screen

Get full of that clip, fuck a bitch, a watch her scream

I'm goin' crazy and i don't know what the fuck i'm facin'

At central park i'm considered a mental patient

I'm picturin' bitches in my mind, i'm bout to scheme

When i start fuckin' 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

{now the scenery lookin' diffrent to me}

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 fuck 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}



{yella boy}



Say ya brah, who the fuck is the president



{lil' ya}



Man, i'm the muthafuckin' president

Fuck michael gordon

Fuck the pink slip you used to emit me with

Fuck the doctor's who told me i wasn't gonna get better

Fuck the nurses, i used to fuck on the third floor at charity

Bitch i was contra up there ya heard me

And last but not least fuck everybody that call me crazy

Cuz, if you fuck around and hang with me

Bitch you gonna be crazy to

Now black, get my straight jacket and

Bring me to my muthafuckin' room


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