Mindset Of A Killer by Icee Mack Lyrics
[Verse 1: Icee Mack]
Look, b*tch I'm going crazy in these motherf*ckin streets
You better tell that pussy n*gga don't say sh*t to me
I can't go to sleep cuz' I see demons in my sleep
It's like I be fighting Satan when he try take over me
I keep on seeing dead people why they like f*cking wit' me
I swear I be going crazy catch a case I killed a beat
I ain't never been a rap n*gga I was in the streets
Never ever have I told b*tch you know I keep it G'
See my victims every time a n*gga try to go to sleep
When I try to go to sleep it's like a pressure on my chest
Nigga I be non breathing, b*tch I can't een' take a breath
Why the f*ck this sh*t gotta' happen to a n*gga like myself
I ain't traumatized I think the xan' be f*cking wit' my health
Alotta n*ggas in my family keep on saying I need some help
But f*ck that sh*t I got a problem solver right under my belt
And before I leave the house I grab my .40 off the shelf
Hurt people, hurt people but I ain't never hurt myself
And if I think a n*gga hot, I hit him up and watch him melt
Hit em' up wit' taco shells then ask that n*gga how they felt
I ain't never been a b*tch, I pull up and empty clips
How you think that is your b*tch but she be f*cking wit' my Clique and when I get the shootin' n*gga I don't stop until it Click
Look, b*tch I'm going crazy in these motherf*ckin streets
You better tell that pussy n*gga don't say sh*t to me
I can't go to sleep cuz' I see demons in my sleep
It's like I be fighting Satan when he try take over me
I keep on seeing dead people why they like f*cking wit' me
I swear I be going crazy catch a case I killed a beat
I ain't never been a rap n*gga I was in the streets
Never ever have I told b*tch you know I keep it G'
See my victims every time a n*gga try to go to sleep
When I try to go to sleep it's like a pressure on my chest
Nigga I be non breathing, b*tch I can't een' take a breath
Why the f*ck this sh*t gotta' happen to a n*gga like myself
I ain't traumatized I think the xan' be f*cking wit' my health
Alotta n*ggas in my family keep on saying I need some help
But f*ck that sh*t I got a problem solver right under my belt
And before I leave the house I grab my .40 off the shelf
Hurt people, hurt people but I ain't never hurt myself
And if I think a n*gga hot, I hit him up and watch him melt
Hit em' up wit' taco shells then ask that n*gga how they felt
I ain't never been a b*tch, I pull up and empty clips
How you think that is your b*tch but she be f*cking wit' my Clique and when I get the shootin' n*gga I don't stop until it Click