[Intro: King Iso]
Oh shit it's twelve o'clock
Shit crazier than a motherfucker
Let's do it
[Verse 1: King Iso]
Still bumping "Dementia" on the daily
'Cause I be forgetting stuff that I been through when it made me
Wanna go pick a pistol up with you niggas, shit I'm mani'
To the max, I'm zany, my dick got bitches chaining
Back then the most difficult mission be entertaining
When I post a picture up I got bitches try'na frame me
Hitting other bitches up like "He finna have my baby"
They lying about everything and the system couldn't tame me
Can't cry, I do better things than the bitching and complaining
Education linked to the prison system, I'm peepin' my niggas instruments
Started banging, my nigga can you blame me?
You standing with the opps man, you niggas really brazy
I'm canvasing your block, 'cause I'm finna make a painting
I put it on a ghost or you niggas getting Swayze
They talking Mario, you'll be kicking it with Daisy's
Speaking of Mario, I been with my nig' since the 80s
A pistol grip on .380s really locked in and made it
Got clips, cinemas, get a picture when the K squeeze
Doc says send him off, because mentally I'm draining
I can't get enough, I'm a killer and they trained me
Not to give a fuck about shit that really faze me
So much to unpack, tripping on the daily
My kids say I'll go crazy like Eminem and Hailie
Don't be a menace like any other way
See there's anywhere from home and still whipping a Mercedes
And everybody love me but really probably hate me
And swinging at the air probably hitting all the babies
The Board of Mental Health like a Christian couldn't save me
My daddy left my mom pregnant while in the navy
Don't look through my phone, might see pictures of your lady
And everything I said is the shit that made me crazy
Oh shit it's twelve o'clock
Shit crazier than a motherfucker
Let's do it
[Verse 1: King Iso]
Still bumping "Dementia" on the daily
'Cause I be forgetting stuff that I been through when it made me
Wanna go pick a pistol up with you niggas, shit I'm mani'
To the max, I'm zany, my dick got bitches chaining
Back then the most difficult mission be entertaining
When I post a picture up I got bitches try'na frame me
Hitting other bitches up like "He finna have my baby"
They lying about everything and the system couldn't tame me
Can't cry, I do better things than the bitching and complaining
Education linked to the prison system, I'm peepin' my niggas instruments
Started banging, my nigga can you blame me?
You standing with the opps man, you niggas really brazy
I'm canvasing your block, 'cause I'm finna make a painting
I put it on a ghost or you niggas getting Swayze
They talking Mario, you'll be kicking it with Daisy's
Speaking of Mario, I been with my nig' since the 80s
A pistol grip on .380s really locked in and made it
Got clips, cinemas, get a picture when the K squeeze
Doc says send him off, because mentally I'm draining
I can't get enough, I'm a killer and they trained me
Not to give a fuck about shit that really faze me
So much to unpack, tripping on the daily
My kids say I'll go crazy like Eminem and Hailie
Don't be a menace like any other way
See there's anywhere from home and still whipping a Mercedes
And everybody love me but really probably hate me
And swinging at the air probably hitting all the babies
The Board of Mental Health like a Christian couldn't save me
My daddy left my mom pregnant while in the navy
Don't look through my phone, might see pictures of your lady
And everything I said is the shit that made me crazy
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