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Bipolar Disorder
by DopeBoy Jmoney
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Let me tell you a story about this youngin named John
Lit up everyday on the block with his homeboys having fun
Too much going on in the city so he went a bought a gun
Got locked up now he asking his family to come & pay his bond
John back out now but he still moving reckless
His big brother just got killed now the city getting hectic
Lost his mind & blacked out popping perks everyday
He don't wanna talk about nothing he just wanna grab that K
Police sirens going off everywhere all night
John said if he see his big brother killer it's on sight
Fuck going back to jail he don't care about his life
Started stealing from his friends yea John mind ain't right
Now don't nobody wanna even go & deal with him
Before he did that snake shit everybody around was trying to heal with him
Burnt bridges with all his guys now ain't nobody in the field with him
They say John killed a innocent man now some niggas wanna kill him
John paranoid off them drugs & he don't know where to go
He ain't got no money but he still find a way to be fresh head to toe
Caught him a lil body now John steady on the go
Nervous as hell anything move wrong he gone blow
Bipolar disorder
Doing whatever he can in the streets to take care his daughter
PO said she gone violate him if he leave the VA border
But he trying to get low & take a trip on the road Georgia
Trying to get his mind right but he can't seem to do it
Too many Percocets he taking running through his body fluid
Oops trying to set him up but John ain't Stupid
He like if a nigga pull up on me wrong ima start to get the Shooting
Nobody wanna kum around him he alone by Hisself
Did everybody around him wrong now he crying out for Help
John down bad on his last he'll doing anything for some Wealth
Doctor told him slow down on the drugs for the better of his Health
But John don't listen he ready to paint the city Red
Glock 17 under his belt walking around he ain't Scared
He said he aiming for the upper body not no Legs
Word on the street it's a lot of racks up on John Head
They ain't going to sleep until he dead
Let me tell you a story about this youngin named John
Lit up everyday on the block with his homeboys having fun
Too much going on in the city so he went a bought a gun
Got locked up now he asking his family to come & pay his bond
John back out now but he still moving reckless
His big brother just got killed now the city getting hectic
Lost his mind & blacked out popping perks everyday
He don't wanna talk about nothing he just wanna grab that K
Police sirens going off everywhere all night
John said if he see his big brother killer it's on sight
Fuck going back to jail he don't care about his life
Started stealing from his friends yea John mind ain't right
Now don't nobody wanna even go & deal with him
Before he did that snake shit everybody around was trying to heal with him
Burnt bridges with all his guys now ain't nobody in the field with him
They say John killed a innocent man now some niggas wanna kill him
John paranoid off them drugs & he don't know where to go
He ain't got no money but he still find a way to be fresh head to toe
Caught him a lil body now John steady on the go
Nervous as hell anything move wrong he gone blow
Bipolar disorder
Doing whatever he can in the streets to take care his daughter
PO said she gone violate him if he leave the VA border
But he trying to get low & take a trip on the road Georgia
Trying to get his mind right but he can't seem to do it
Too many Percocets he taking running through his body fluid
Oops trying to set him up but John ain't Stupid
He like if a nigga pull up on me wrong ima start to get the Shooting
Nobody wanna kum around him he alone by Hisself
Did everybody around him wrong now he crying out for Help
John down bad on his last he'll doing anything for some Wealth
Doctor told him slow down on the drugs for the better of his Health
But John don't listen he ready to paint the city Red
Glock 17 under his belt walking around he ain't Scared
He said he aiming for the upper body not no Legs
Word on the street it's a lot of racks up on John Head
They ain't going to sleep until he dead
