On the Edge

[Chorus: DizzyEight] I'm running on the edge I'm losing my head I'm praying I don't fall If I slip up, I end up dead Got me on the edge I'm trapped in my head Whispers in my head, they don't let me get no rest I might lose my mind today I don't wanna talk, don't wanna conversate I been out here running tryna find a way He say he want a problem, I got time today [Verse 1: BlvkDivmonds] Down for the sickness Down with the clique that get you downed with a quickness Drowned in the lit-ness Shots gon' ring, running town when I hit shit Lace on the gown when my broad send a tit pic New tech chips gon' all get us lifted Red eye, killer with a augmented vision I ain't met one on par in a minute These shards in his arms when I spark with the Smiffin Watch close who you keep in your company Most switch sides, that never ends subtly Niggas tweaking off the tech and I'm loving it Weak steady running from the pain, and I'm stuck with it Won't take an L 'less it's sparked with a new bic Diamonds all black, these stones isn't cubic She see the bills and turn to a nudist They tuned down, we tuned to the music Proof is a cue tip Way that we slide in your ear, hearing clear how we run and we move shit Never mind pride, when I slide with a "Who's this?" Upper crust die just to hide what the truth is Then call it justice We call it fuck you and fuck this Right to bear arms and I'm clutching Can't no one cross where I'm headed They go against me it's not ending pleasant Blood on my weapon [Chorus: DizzyEight] I'm running on the edge I'm losing my head I'm praying I don't fall If I slip up, I end up dead Got me on the edge I'm trapped in my head Whispers in my head, they don't let me get no rest I might lose my mind today I don't wanna talk, don't wanna conversate I been out here running tryna find a way He say he want a problem, I got time today [Verse 2: DizzyEight] I got time for the nonsense and in the city I'm living, ain't no time for a conscience Belly of the beast, I was thrown in the moshpit I could never run from the conflict So now I'm a pro with the tech no computers, me and my Choombas all set they all shooters Respect when you step to the set or get skewered Come correct or we direct the set to step right through you 'Cause I gotta grind for my Eddies I remember I ain't have food in my belly, and momma was working so I could be better A burden that lead to her to dance with the devil Her dream was to see me make it out the ghetto It's funny I did it by slinging this metal It's funny you always said that I was special I know that you looking down at me from heaven Just watching as time ticking, I realize that I'm tripping I straddle that fine line and feeling like I'm slipping My mind is what I'm gripping I'm feeling like I'm different I'm passing up my limits This part of the divine mission, or maybe I'm blind missing my purpose I don't even know if it's worth it Look at my life, it never was perfect Pray to God I don't get what I deserve, 'cause I earned it I'm feeling like [Chorus: DizzyEight] I'm running on the edge I'm losing my head I'm praying I don't fall If I slip up, I end up dead Got me on the edge I'm trapped in my head Whispers in my head, they don't let me get no rest I might lose my mind today I don't wanna talk, don't wanna conversate I been out here running tryna find a way He say he want a problem, I got time today