Crazy World

Bad bitches, countin doe, baggin rocks - crazy Vehicles.....kitted.....my whole teams committed - we was poor as Kids..... but now it seems we've done did it and blew - other Niggas find the style hard to chew, talkin bout we too wild, and That's Emphatically true, so don't cross us....or you'll be on the Ground countin losses - for rea; - every nigga I know will peel a Motherfuckin dome like stockin - we be the owner of the style Many niggas be jockin - blocks be rocklin - Glock pops alot and Damn There ain't no stoppin me or my mans. We like whatever Pop told me that this money's not forever so I look for investments For My crew to bury treasure. That be it, say when ya makin Money , paw, ya see it - cause if ya can't be paid, it's like ya can't Be shit HOOK Ringleaders are coming, get up your dick-beaters - or heaters - and share the mind state of a fetus - can't beat us - And Lyrically them niggas can't see this as it go's - we turn kilo's Into litres. Pounds turn to smoke in the concrete flood - and blood Will Often turn the dirt into mud. Bulletts become shells - Names become bells, and if you blow street trial, nigga your cell Becomes hell - said even time don't tell, at least that's how it used To be, but it's a different day and time and strong eyes don't see Down The wire - ready to blow the empire like a friar, smoking Blunts strong as desire - a messiah - raised amongst men that Conspire To retire but often end up the town crier - In the fire of a Cold world yo, said it be flamin - still we aimin to be the one - Titus & Haymon HOOK Get ready - my whole teams known to rock Steady - No Getty - I gots more sauce than spaghetti - a machete - I'll Turn your whole frame to confetti - to the nitty-gritty, we Bout to flip the pity petty - when braves become slaves and plots Become Graves - and strays fly in the air like they was Blue-Jays Robbers can be cops - while thuggs police blocks - I sit Beside my window sippin sky on the rocks - to see the church Got locks - no goodness in gracious - Loungin with robber barrons In Rooms thats palacious - to weigh dissin us with the need to Lay down - no more misunderstanding - coming at you , aye-now Who be Talking - better than that yo, who be hawkin - I suggest You turn around and just start walking, or I'm a catch you coolin Talkin What a fly life and keep it real and cut your throat with a Butter-fly knife HOOK GET SWAZY - WE ABOUT TO FLIP THE SCRIPT AND GET CRAZY RICH KIDS UP FOR RICH BIDS BABY - GOIN ALL OUT - GETTIN DOWN GETTIN GRAVY - ON THE DAILY