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