Crazy - Mbnel

Don’t get it twisted, I get money, guns, respect and I got bitches

They saying life’s a bitch but married to the streets, Mr. and Mrs

Police knocking on my door, won’t let 'em in unless they kick it

I been pushing foreigns but still pulling skits inside of Civics

This shit unrealistic, now I’m signing deals worth quarter million

Stealing from my mama everyday, was eating Church’s chicken

Was off the porch but finding ways of staying optimistic

Everytime the suckers slid, they popped the shots but opps still missing

No pot to piss in, ain’t no money bitches curvin' me

And since that bag got bigger the same bitches out here slurping me

Turned into the plug, ain’t even nobody out here serving me

And all these dirty pistols don’t hit lights 'cause ain’t no blurping me

Dumbass, what you thought catching me loafing was that easy?

You got tints up on that car, you look suspicious then we cheesin' 'em

Pistol changed the weather doing cold but we freezing 'em

Still yelling Free Squeeze but he ain’t trippin' 'cause he eatin' 'em

Name a rapper in my city who in this league

Bullets to his lobe gon' make him stall just like a six-speed

I’m easily influenced, been moving different like the rich be

And these shots gon' make him drop, it’s gon' do more than make you tipsy

RIP to Nipsey, lately I been trying to hustle motivate

See you doing better today, might show you lil more than hate

Weight up on my shoulders adding up making me overweight

Then they say pay attention when it feel like I done overcame

I’ma pull up in the whip and the engine so loud you gon' here when I’m coming,

tuh

Ain’t switched on a nigga, almost drowned couple times on my wrist when I

bussed it, tuh

My back to the homie and be the imposter, I’m playing among us

Hate nothing take losses if I lose it all 'cause I started with nothing, aye

Oh Nel actin' funny he got a lil money, it boosting my confidence

I’m so ahead, they’ll never catch up even if they were condiments

All of the Glocks got nics hanging out like we holding up oxygens

He turning on when he off of that pill, you know that we aye

Done with the block, love with the money you know that it’s changin' me

Yo cred from the streets don’t work with the bank hey what’s your thang with it

You adding the K behind all of our names but ain’t shot a thang with it

My youngest be spraying it Lysol really be cleaning the stain with it