Everybody's Crazy

Peace

Peace, yo

Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah

Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god

D&G glasses, cloth Kangols, guided by angel with white wings

Nas the Viking, fresh to my ankles, thankful

Gangster see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor

Gun in my dresser, slang I use upset college professors

More knowledge than Webster dictionary

Obituary columns, I sign 'em

The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming

The jig is up gut 'em like fish, swiss cheese 'em up

My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus

Poking out their chest like they tall as skyscrapers

But they small like a shanty in an African village

Soft as cotton candy, we assassins and killers

Let the shottie off in club floors, pellets play up your familia

You screaming like you love war

Everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot

Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop

But everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot

Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Peace

Fuck you with a fist in your ass

You pussy with yeast, you shook in the street, you a Sisqó fag

You know blood baths, I make some, fake thugs, I hate 'em

Eight slugs, I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting

'Cause now, instead of coke rhymes it's laying

No, analog it's digital, criminals turned rapper, times are changin'

Niggas get flashier, houses more plusher

Bitches givin' ass up at ages more younger

Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a Glock they keep squeezing

Bullets stop in your sternum, they stop you from breathing

I'm light years far, your mouth get all white when I'm near you

I frighten your heart

I want you to watch me notice stare, look closer

Feel, I'm who you 'posed to be, real, I know it hurt you

Soldiers approach you, you wanna squash it

You older than most dudes although Nas did you and your whole crew, but

Everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot

Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop

But everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot

Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Peace

I know where niggas sleep

It's too many schemes, too many plots

War cost money and man I got too many spots

Hungry niggas get tutored to thinking new shit to come up

Killers fuck with killers, you sleepin', you gettin' stuck up

Not me, y'all not ready, I'm low but I'll be watchin'

We all connected, so my man knows yo' man

Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up

Beat cases down, niggas is back on the block, what?

Brothers is taking secret routes when they drive

Tinted windows, ears to the street, stay on their job

Peep niggas that got prices on their head so high

Their main niggas'll take the contract, surprise

So we play a mental game, intimidation

Got pussy niggas gettin' pressed up on and payin'

I wish these niggas would step up, wait for the day and

Since I'm famous they thinkin' assault rifles won't be spraying

Whoever thinking coming for my vault or the safe

I got some niggas with acid, get it thrown in your face

Play dirty, catch your moms in a J-30

Whatever whoadie we all crazy we all 7:30 now

Everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot

Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop

But everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot

Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop