Twisted Insane
About You
[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
I used to hit the club with all the buds and always searchin' for a real b*t*h
They always end up tellin' me they love me, but I really never feel sh*t
I used to pull that mask up on my face and hop out homie on the ill tip
I'm livin' everyday without a penny to my name and still I feel rich
I never ask for something, I was supposed to be a nothing off of dust of n***a murder, murder, kill quick
Highlight "Murder Kills"
Fill em with the sh*t that make em sick, and b*t*h, I'm hard enough to deal with
You fallin' like you wuss-y
I never had no money, had to work to make it, either that or steal sh*t
And I would walk up to a motherf**ker put a pistol in his face and tell 'em "N***a, this a ill whip"
Now, homie, that's some real sh*t
I wake up everyday and wonder when a n***a'll die, I know its getting close
I know a motherf**ka hella young, but these little n***as packing guns, so homie you don't ever know
I could walk into the liquor store to get a 40
N***as slide up on me with the Michael Jackson moonwalk
Now, I don't even know if he was tryna say hello or f**king tripping
N***a, you know how the 'shrooms talk
Now watch how loud the room got
Now, someone tell me why this b*t*h is (wastin all my time?) when I was dead broke
Then why a n***a had to grow up all around the bullets and the lead smoke
You never know when this sh*t's done, try to cherish every minute that you're left with
You should never leave with nothing cause you're daddy and, man, you never even said sh*t
It hurts cause you let him win, death win

[Hook x2: Redro Killson]
I tried, I tried, I tried
I tried to give a f**k
About you, oh

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
Nobody ever really cared about me, i was treated like i wasn't there
Made me end up thinkin' I was nothin' but some dust up in the f**kin' air
Everybody told me I would never make it with this music, wanna quit
Made a couple albums, never really made a thousand before "On My Sh*t"
But I keep the brain on sick
Take a hit off the bong and I'm feeling like I'm floating on a monorail
Tryna put some food in the stomach of my kids from the album sales
Tryna make enough before they put me in the coffin and i'm long gone
You never know when you will go I mean it this could really be my last song, sad song

[Hook x2: Redro Killson]
I tried, I tried, I tried
I tried to give a f**k
About you, oh


[Outro: Twisted Insane]
Brain!
Now, I didn't choose this motherf**kin' path I'm walking
This path chose me
I'm just walking this motherf**ker trying to find out where it lead me to
It's lead me all around the world
I thank you
I thank you for taking the time out of you life to come inside of my life
And i mean it
That's why when I go to these motherf**king shows man, I be out there with the crowds
I be out there with the fans, I be with these motherf**kers, man
Cause I feel I am these motherf**kers, and that’s real
Ain’t no difference between you and me homie
We all the same
They say you can’t do it
But I believe, I believe in you just like you believed in me
That sh*t means so much to me homies and homettes
Until we meet again