Lyrics Head Case - Joey Cool, Stevie Stone

Head Case

Look I ain’t one to be fake
I ain’t nothing I’m not
I ain’t come from the hood but still was running from cops
Still hung with the dealers, had the stuff in the pots
When I lived in the shot, they had the stuffed in the socks
I done been in the trap, posted up on the block
Had a tussle with SWAT, undercover were opps
I done been in the whip when niggas busting them shots
While I was in this bitch, this ain’t nothing to watch
Y’all don’t care what I’m saying, y’all just want me to drop
Y’all just want me to rap, y’all just want me to rock
Y’all just want me on stage, y’all just want me on tour
Gotta run it by the boss, a little lyrical more
I’m here to even things up, maybe settle the score
I be going through your fridge 'fore you enter the door
Pull myself a little Jack and put my feet on your couch
I don’t want your fucking bitch, I come endearing your house
But the homie said he with it, now he beating her down
I just thought of playing music, I’ma need this shit loud
Y’all gon' feel this fucking shit with all the speakers around
Trying to irritate the neighbors I be making him proud
Y’all know Burn was in the building, fuck did y’all niggas think
Brought the table and some biddies, I said my nigga wait
And we gon' throw illegal parties at somebody’s estate
Let’s go buy some canvases and let’s get JL to paint
Matter fact, my nigga owe me couple pictures a friend
Deano Martin send me Davis, y’all can hail to the Swank
Don’t forget my nigga Henny, that’s what he like to drink
Enablin', that’s crazy, that’s our way of showin' our thanks
I done made some mistakes, filled with anger and hate
I ain’t nobody hero, I ain’t hidin' a cape
24-carat manic depression violent as Frank
Some shit I just be saying cause it’s exciting to say
Y’all heard
Gim- Gimme all the smoke (Gimme all the smoke)
Gim- Gimme all the smoke (Gimme all the smoke)
Gim- Gimme all the smoke (Gimme all the smoke, huh)
Fuck- Fucking with a maniac, a head case
I ain’t wanna be fake, I ain’t nothing I’m not
I got this reputation for always fucking with thots
They always showing me love when I’m out in the spot
They wanna peck or a hug, they wanna buy me a shot
I tell her I want Patrón, she said they out of they stock
Well we can fuck up the club or just go back to your spot
I said well try me at all, I just got off the clock
So that’s about three or four, you gon' be ready or not
Well umm, I’m thinking nah, I thought of something instead
How 'bout I call Uber and go and cuddle my bed
Get your swisher and zippo and snuggle up with the meds
She said who are you, I told her they call me Trouble my dear
Look I ain’t one to be needing no introduction I fear
I don’t speak on it, hear it, or see discussion in here
Ain’t no Taven E. Johnson or Chad Buxton in here
This is Joey and Burna they bout to fuck it in here
A whole bucket, the world been overflowin' or somethin'
I been workin' on cutting, showing emotion as much
I done opened and closed it and opened and closed it enough
I need real fucking people only to show me (What's up?)
I put the Swank on the dead, six to eight in the whip
It be chaos around me, I’m just taking a sip
Cool, calm, and collected, y’all mistake it and trip
I am racing, and respected, now I’m taking these trips
I done fucked up bad, wrongdoing to many
I was stuck in my ways, I blame that on my 20's
I been trying to change, but the devil gon' tempt me
Paranoia for real, think they out there to get me
Y’all heard
I want a whole lot of weed with some Jack D
Pocket full of Benji’s with a cold piece
Told a- told a bitch I put her in the friend zone
Me, my niggas, yeah we hit it for the endzone
Give me all the smoke, watch me mandate
On you avatars, check the landscape
Want an animal, shake the deadweight
Said you fucking with a maniac, a head case
Gim- Gimme all the smoke (Gimme all the smoke)
Gim- Gimme all the smoke (Gimme all the smoke)
Gim- Gimme all the smoke (Gimme all the smoke, huh)
Fuck- Fucking with a maniac, a head case