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Chorus: 
Is it fiction, is it fact? 
Is it fake or reality? 
All I know for sure 
Is my mind's still playing tricks on me 

Verse 1: 
Here I go again, the same old shit 
My mind is still playing tricks 
Cause today when I left my residence 
I heard we had a new black president 
And he wasn't no Uncle Tom 
Rudy poof stankin' fetch house nigga scum 
And white folks wasn't planning to murder him kid 
Cause they voted for him just like the blacks did 
And this might sound reckless 
But I got a loan on a brand new Lexus in Texas 
If I'm lying I'm dying, everybody was color blind 
Went to church and I gotta admit 
Walked in, didn't see one hypocrite 
It appeared every single soul was reached 
Cause the pastor practiced what he preached 
Then I woke up in a cold sweat homie 
My mind's still playing tricks on me 

Chorus 

Verse 2: 
I took a cold shower and I got dressed 
It's Christmas so I gotta look my best 
Everybody going to my dear house 
That's my grandmother, and she the boss 
As I drove up in my low 
I saw cars on both sides of the road 
Then I started saying 'what's up' to relatives 
That I hadn't seen in years 
Walked up to grandma, and gave her a big smack 
And she gave me one back 
She said "there's plenty of food, Willie 
Help yourself when you get into the mood" 
I marked on the paper 
As my man slammed bones on the domino table 
The women played cards 
And the children were playing in the front yard 
It was getting late so I had to break 
But yo, not before I ate 
And gave grandma a goodbye kiss, nigga 
I reached to hug her, but I couldn't feel her 
Fell to the ground and I snapped holmes 
Looked up, and saw a bunch of headstones 
My grandma's name was on plot 11 
Now I remember, she died in '87 
It wasn't close to Christmas or Halloween 
I was at the cemetary having a daydream 
And that's real fucked up, homie 
My mind's still playing tricks on me 

Chorus 

Verse 3: 
I used to make big money, drive big cars 
Everybody know me, the fool who left the Geto Boys 
Thought I could be a bigger nigga by going solo 
But my record sales said no no 
So did concert promoters and magazines 
I went back to eating rice and lima beans 
No more fancy restaurants 
And I hadn't seen the mall in months 
Now why would I leave the group 
Just when it's starting to blow up, troop 
I got tired of being famous, black 
When my motherfucking pockets didn't reflect that 
I need help before I go left 
Cause I'm starting to second guess myself 
I know I can't have a nigga fucking me 
But I want to get back with the group, gee 
Now if you believe that shit, duke 
Your mind's playing tricks on you, too 

Chorus 
Is it real (5x)

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