Organized Grime - B.o.B

Yeah

Ski mask, from a wild ass county called DeKalb

Might get capped in your knee cap

Come back and finish the job while you in rehab

Amy Winehouse, send you back to rehab

Notice the pattern

My flow killin' niggas, Black Lives Matter

Punches give you headline fractures

Push your hairline backwards

Four words, rings bigger than Saturn’s

I’m just tryna get by

Skipped the first day of high school just to get high

Tried to fuck my second grade teacher back in the day

They kicked me out 'cause I was older than my actual age

I was, I was, I was looking for a cougar bitch

New niggas be on that groupie shit

In my head, I see spooky shit, loony shit

This, this, this is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic (Bandz)

He’s a paranoia who’s a menace to our society

He’s a, he’s a, he’s a paranoia who’s a menace to our society

These niggas ain’t got the heart they portray

Tell them ghetto boys, I’ll put a scar in their face

Just go the opposite way

Hop in your Honda and escape

Bobby Ray, one with the wolves and I pummel the greats

I’m on a killin' spree, turn up my auxiliary

Difference 'tween me and you, I say the shit I really mean

Choose the one can feel with me

All about your energy

Say she spiritual and sexual, I guess two different things

You want some hero shit?

It’s now a Tarentino flick

Boom, now you missing, Findin' Nemo shit

Niggas do whatever to survive, I done seen some shit

They be snitchin' for the precinct, get a fingerprint

She a Spanish broad but she like that gringo dick

Ice a bitch out, Sub Zero shit

I been throwin' racks for ten summers

Bitch you ain’t save none of it?

Say you want the whip, half of that could’ve funded it

She know that I’m a hooligan

She wanna see if her coochie fit

In my head, I see spooky shit, loony shit

This, this, this is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic (Bandz)

He’s a paranoia who’s a menace to our society

He’s a, he’s a, he’s a paranoia who’s a menace to our society

Yeah

Went pop, went conscious, ain’t no shuttin' me up

When it became about the money, that was fuckin' me up

I’ll never throw another motherfucker under the bus

So I’m the only one to blame for second guessin' my gut

I cut the TV on and nothing’s on but black trauma porn

Strap in my underarm, loud as a thunderstorm

Niggas only hit you back when they need somethin'

Then disappear like police comin'

Raise your fucking kids so they don’t run in my crib

Sold a funeral home and gotta send you dozens of bills

Be lookin' puzzled for real

I’m from struggle for real

Bobby Bandz, I ain’t got no fuck or no chill

Flip, flip, wear flip flops to your funeral

Treat your grave like a urinal

Niggas wouldn’t pass me a crumb, now they wanna ask me to prom

I’m tea-baggin' your mom, bitch

Ha, lil' bitch

This is what goes on lil' bitch

In a mind of a lunatic, bitch