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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
nigg*, 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 fkin' with that gin
Wasn't smokin' no weed, wasn't even hangin'
With my friend's s**t got bad
Started whippin' nigg*'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
fkin' Slu, full of that gin wonderin'
What the fk 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 d*ck and switch up my d*ckie fit
It had to be black cuz I totted a gat
I'm doin' thing's out the ordinary
That s**t was very scary
I was trippin' I was straight slippin'
Chorus
Verse Two: LIl' Ya
Now my mind is fked up and I can't think
Left that gin and juice alone
Got's myself a new drank
Started fkin' 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 fk it I'm a chill at home and watch my screen
Get full of that clip, fk a b*tch, a watch her scream
I'm goin' crazy and I don't know what the fk I'm facin'
At Central Park I'm considered a mental patient
I'm picturin' girls in my mind, I'm bout to scheme
When I start fkin' 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 fk 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 fk is the president
Lil' Ya
Man, I'm the muth*fkin' president
fk Michael Gordon
fk the pink slip you used to emit me with
fk the doctor's who told me I wasn't gonna get better
fk the nurses, I used to fk on the third floor at Charity
b*tch I was contra up there ya heard me
And last but not least fk everybody that call me crazy
Cuz, if you fk around and hang with me
b*tch you gonna be crazy to
Now Black, get my straight jacket and
Bring me to my muth*fkin' room