did you lose your mind? Lyrics

Niggas been actin' so silly since they got that new wheel

I'm from the city of Philly, where niggas up for how they feel

Turn you into Swiss cheese, then empty the quarter pill

My mama told me, don't you linger near that stoe

Because the shooters up at night, they great as batmans foe

And then you talkin' all that shit, but you don't get no dough

Don't make me empty out the clip, I'll turn you into snow

You never had a chance against me

I'll rip you into pieces, then snort you up like I'm Whitney

I'm battlin' depression, these niggas can't catch up with me

I'll put you on a spoon, then boil you like lovato

You niggas wanna throw it up, but I ain't gon' squash it

I'll squash your brains in, no embracin for the impact of the human mind

I'll take that as a sign, like when I write a couple rhymes

I get a couple dimes, then turn it into couple crimes

They call me Paulo Santos, should've called me, rant my mind

It's been a couple times I choked, I should've met my God

Ain't no competing with me, I'll wrap my belt buckle around your neck

Then with insurance, then I'll cash a check

I'm not the nigga to play with, and I'm not actin' hard

But that just goes to let a nigga know that testin' me, you won't get far

I'll slash your tires, watch you drive afar

Then hope your car never make it far

Niggas been actin' so silly since they got that new wheel

I'm from the city of Philly, where niggas up it for how they feel

Turn you into Swiss cheese, then empty the quarter pill

My mama told me, don't you linger near that stoe

Because the shooters up at night, they great as Batman's foe

And then you talkin' all that shit, but you don't get no dough

Don't make me empty out the clip, I'll turn you into snow

You never had a chance against me

I'll rip you into pieces, then snort you up like I'm Whitney

I'm battlin' depression, these niggas can't catch up with me

I'll put you on a spoon and boil you like Lovato

You niggas wanna throw it up, but I ain't gon' squash it

I'll squash your brains in, no embracin for the impact of the human mind

I'll take that as a sign, like when I write a couple rhymes

I get a couple dimes, then turn it into couple crimes

They call me Paulo Santo, should've called me Rant my mind

It's been a couple times I choked, I should've met my God

Ain't no compete with me, I'll wrap my belt buckle around your neck

Then win insurance, then I'll cash your check

I'm not the nigga to play with, and I'm not actin' hard

But that just goes to let a nigga know that testing me, you won't get far

I'll slash your tires, watch you drive her far

Then hope your car never make it far