World Go Crazy

[Produced By Backpack] [Verse 1 - Jace] Deep down all I ever wanted was some money with my partners And a blacked out 'rari and a crib for my mama Now a nigga goin' get it either way it go No switching, mathematician, motherfucka' no problem Keep a bunch of loud weed nigga, ay Bunch of nines round me nigga, ay If you with your people start jumping on shit Start a fucking moshpit or a movement if you need to One, two, three, nigga go crazy Hit the blunt so hard did a full 180 Just for the record can’t nann' nigga pay me Lean got the car creeping, driving Ms Daisy Pull up to the money like fuck you pay me Kill a nigga nowadays, could die young anyway like Tray [Hook] Whole world go crazy [x3] [Verse 2 - LightSkinMac11] I strapped the porch with my pistol and my partners homie Been fucking your bitch, [?] Don’t you ever hit me less you got a problem Been sleeping so plush on this Murakami Mastermind of my psyche, signed a deal, I'm 'luminati Took my poppa’s life, it still haunt me Day to day when I be drinking sloppy Popping pills, I’m just a fucking zombie I don’t really think they like me mommy Mac-11 or they call me Johnny Always making money, I’m in love with counting And her pussy wet, it’s like a fucking fountain Money counter, money counter Stack it up just like a mountain I got dogs you can’t be around Percocet is kicking in, I fell down [Verse 3 - Cartier Dave] I said I talk tough, cause I been in a house Where the guns came out and they look in the couch To find work like the unemployed Had my mama face down, white by the toys Told her give up the stash, she ain’t have a choice So she point out the stash, I ain’t have a voice Only two, what’s a youngin to do? These facts, I’m just speaking the truth, living the proof Hop off the stoop and I got to get it The game is survive and I'm the fuckin' fittest Middle finger to the five, Imma leave emlivid And if a nigga got a ride Imma fucking get it Fuck 12, jump bail, fuck a sentence They say we living in hell so why are we dependent on a motherfucker just like me They scared of revolt but it just might be, said it just might be Ay, see a nigga like me Uh, I’m prepared for the beef Uh, like a butcher and a cooker we can ride in the street, we can ride in the street Fuck a college degree (fuck school) Cause I learned from the streets (nigga what) Two-9 till it kill me (till the casket) I know the rest goin' agree [Verse 4 – Curtis Williams] Said this leather jacket got a ball in it Swear this booth I’m in, it got a stall in it Your bitch bad and we all hit it Yeah nigga we all hit it Roll up a blunt, hit it once and I’m stuck Where I come from you’re only safe with a gun Hear them boys talking but they ain’t saying none New bitch with me, ain’t no telling where she from The niggas that I’m with get their rep on Why you snorting that shit, that dope stepped on Tryna figure out nigga why we slept on And if you talking wrong nigga, get stepped on [Hook] [Verse 5 - Ceej] Bitch I go crazy So crazy, go crazy, I’m crazy, go apeshit No we don’t take sips, we face it And no bitch I don’t want no chaser Furthermore I would never chase her in my fit Very limited Brick, did the regimen Counting dividends, bitch it’s intricate, all your bitches basic Got your old girl and you need to replace her In the club and I dab it out then I came in the lobby and I run around Used to hate me but they feel it now I just live life, I don’t plan it out Young motherfuckers got banana rounds, hammer time Hating motherfuckers need to free me With my curly haired bitch in the teepee Said fuck school, got my GED Cause ain’t nothing you can motherfucking teach me [Hook][x2]