I Feel Like I'm Going Crazy (produced by The RealCool Ethan)
I feel like I’m going crazy, love me or hate me Who’s gonna save me from myself? When I feel like there’s no one else When it feels like there’s no one left To keep my feet on the ground... (Going, going crazy Feel like I’m going crazy) Cause I’m happy now, but I’m crashing down Who’s gon' save me from myself? To keep my feet on the ground...
[Verse 1] I’m a vigilante, I do some shit if a nigga dare me I got no friends and even less that I consider family My attitude is fuck 'em, I buck em if they come close to me And I don't use codefendants nigga, it's just the toast and me I watched First 48, see how niggas get caught It’s hardly ever the killers, the snitches always at fault And we was taught not to talk, soon after we learned to walk You tattletale on your sister, your ass is getting the bulk Of her ass whipping, we slipping, raising our kids different I try to tell these niggas but why the fuck won’t they listen? It’s a lot of poetical prowess in my position But it seems like the riches and bitches blinding they vision So fuck them and fuck whoever don’t understand I’m a man, a man with the courage to take a stand I might run in the precinct with a gauge in my hand Be front page with a grenade in my hand
[Hook] I feel like I’m going crazy, love me or hate me Who’s gonna save me from myself? When I feel like there’s no one else When it feels like there’s no one left To keep my feet on the ground... Cause I’m happy now, but I’m crashing down Who’s gon' save me from myself? To keep my feet on the ground...
[Verse 2] You sit with the angels, you don’t look at life from a perpendicular angle Fucking with these strangers'll get you strangled I mingle amongst the murderers, grew up amongst the dealers And real niggas laughing, cause y’all diduntdidunts to killers I might option to just go back to the old Giddy When I was roaming the city with that chrome 4 fitty So pretty, pearl handed, the blickidy blick blicky It used to come so in handy, when situations got sticky I’m picky and I don’t like this new generation of rap And I am hating the fact, hate the fact that it’s wack Slap, the living shit outta anybody come back My niggas ready for war, y’all only ready to rap I’m an old head, that probably used to beat up your biological Back when they had The Wiz and the Biz was diabolical But now I’m ready to do it, it’s me against everything Pain is love motherfucker, here, here go a wedding ring
[Hook]
I don’t think y'all understand how real it is out here You know what I’m saying? You believe these little rappers, they talking bout this glamorous lifestyle But in the streets it’s still real, it’s still real in the streets They don’t got Bugattis and Lambos and Murcis They don’t got that, they got hoopies They still out there shooting and killing Over some crumbs, let’s get real man, fuck it!