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

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 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

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 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

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 Is it real (5x