Chorus:

Is it fiction, is it fact?

Is it fake or reality?

All I know for sure

Is my mind's still playing tricks on me



Verse 1:

Here I go again, the same old shit

My mind is still playing tricks

Cause today when I left my residence

I heard we had a new black president

And he wasn't no Uncle Tom

Rudy poof stankin' fetch house nigga scum

And white folks wasn't planning to murder him kid

Cause they voted for him just like the blacks did

And this might sound reckless

But I got a loan on a brand new Lexus in Texas

If I'm lying I'm dying, everybody was color blind

Went to church and I gotta admit

Walked in, didn't see one hypocrite

It appeared every single soul was reached

Cause the pastor practiced what he preached

Then I woke up in a cold sweat homie

My mind's still playing tricks on me



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Verse 2:

I took a cold shower and I got dressed

It's Christmas so I gotta look my best

Everybody going to my dear house

That's my grandmother, and she the boss

As I drove up in my low

I saw cars on both sides of the road

Then I started saying 'what's up' to relatives

That I hadn't seen in years

Walked up to grandma, and gave her a big smack

And she gave me one back

She said "there's plenty of food, Willie

Help yourself when you get into the mood"

I marked on the paper

As my man slammed bones on the domino table

The women played cards

And the children were playing in the front yard

It was getting late so I had to break

But yo, not before I ate

And gave grandma a goodbye kiss, nigga

I reached to hug her, but I couldn't feel her

Fell to the ground and I snapped holmes

Looked up, and saw a bunch of headstones

My grandma's name was on plot 11

Now I remember, she died in '87

It wasn't close to Christmas or Halloween

I was at the cemetary having a daydream

And that's real fucked up, homie

My mind's still playing tricks on me



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Verse 3:

I used to make big money, drive big cars

Everybody know me, the fool who left the Geto Boys

Thought I could be a bigger nigga by going solo

But my record sales said no no

So did concert promoters and magazines

I went back to eating rice and lima beans

No more fancy restaurants

And I hadn't seen the mall in months

Now why would I leave the group

Just when it's starting to blow up, troop

I got tired of being famous, black

When my motherfucking pockets didn't reflect that

I need help before I go left

Cause I'm starting to second guess myself

I know I can't have a nigga fucking me

But I want to get back with the group, gee

Now if you believe that shit, duke

Your mind's playing tricks on you, too



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