[Hook]
Mentality of a Mad Man make him wanna blow his brains out
Blow his brains out? Make him wanna, make him wanna
Mentality of a Mad Man make him wanna blow his brains out
Blow his brains out? Make him wanna, make him wanna

[Verse 1]
He ain’t got a dollar to his name, but the bills be stacking up higher and higher again
He never shows his pain to his family, but he’s a soon to be dead man, if he don’t concoct some kind of plan
A plan to make some money, he says “don’t you worry honey”
We gonna make it, even if I have to steal and kill you know I’ll do that shit
If it means it’ll pay these bills
I don’t do this shit for the thrills I do it for the will of peace and happiness
I never had the heart of greed
But if I had a bunch of money a bunch of dough oh you know my life would be great oh you know my life would be so great
He gone get the gat, he gone get the gat
He gone get the gat, he gone get the gat
He put on that ski mask, that ski mask
He grabbed that big bag and drove over to the bank
He opened that door, and walked over to the clerk
She said “Good day sir, would you like to make a deposit?” He said “No I ain’t brought my wallet, I ain’t got no cash”
He grabbed his bag and pulled out the gat and said “This a stick up, give me all your cash.”
The girl looking confused and scared at the same time
She reaches for the button to call the emergency line
Police show up to the spot
The man starts to shoot at the cops
The sniper takes the shot and the man drops
He falls dead to the ground
Mentality of a Mad Man died on the battleground

[Interlude]
Ooh yeah, and I know, we gonna make it
We alive, yeah we all alive

[Hook]
Mentality of a Mad Man make him wanna blow his brains out
Blow his brains out? Make him wanna, make him wanna
Mentality of a Mad Man make him wanna blow his brains out
Blow his brains out? Make him wanna, make him wanna

[Verse 2]
He been working like a slave
He been working like a slave
He been working, he been working
He been working like a slave
He been working like a slave
He been working, he been working
He ain’t got a family to call his own, no wife or children he came from a broken home
Never knew his father, alcoholic mother
Step father who snorted coke and always fought with her
He never graduated, but he made it to the summit, started doing drugs and his life started to plummet
He ain’t got a dollar to his name, all he wanted was fame
And the whole world to know his name
But somehow he was always the one they’d blame when shit didn’t go right
He just hoped and prayed for a better life
Till one day he gets a master plan
Buys an AK47, heroin addiction got him snapping
He walks up to a liquor store, points the gun at the clerk
Pumps the man full of led, takes the money and a carton of cigarettes
And makes out to the streets
All of a sudden the police start to surround the man named Steve
They scream “Drop the weapon and out your hands up”
The man just doesn’t give up and starts to shoot everything in sight
He ain’t got a reason to live, he ain’t got much of a life
He turns the gun around thinking this is it there ain’t no turning around so he points the gun back at his neck
Takes his last breath and pumps bullets at his head now he’s dead

Now he’s dead
Mentality of a Mad man died on the battleground