Close To The Edge

There's only so much pressure

A man can take

Before he just snaps...

And perhaps I've reached that

Level of pressure

[Verse 1]

Ever since my record was spinning

Everybody calling me

With a fucking opinion

Tell me where was your opinion

When we wasn't winning

When we was losing

In the bottom of the 9th inning

These streets is getting crazy

It's kill or be killed

They said this mix tape

Will never top Deal or no Deal

Yea I fuck with Lil Wyte

But I don't be in that man's face

I spend a lot of time

Building my own fucking fan base

They want the old Jelly back

How much can this man take

Before I go postal

And flip like a pancake

And every verse is hard now

They say that it's incredible

But I'm the same me bitch

Don't put me on no pedestal

Smile on my face

But I feel I'm going crazy

I was doing better when

I appeased for [?]

I remember CCA

I was sitting in H unit

All I wanna do

Is come home and make music

[Chorus]

I think I'm close to the edge

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I think I'm close to the edge

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I think I'm close to the edge

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[Verse 2]

A lot of people talking

I hear a lot things

Some people want me to sing

Some people want me to scream

Some people say

They want to bring the street shit back

Ain't no glory in the fact

That I keep this trap

Yea I piece that back

Got caught then tell shit

You better believe that

I been in the cell bitch

Yea I go and grab my pistol

Before I put my pants on

And I promise one thing

I never make a dance song

See I don't the Dougie

And I crack the Soulja Boy

I'm the captain of the ship

That's going overboard

Radio won't play it

Cause I'm cussing too much

Well shit damn cunt slut

Bitch fuck

(Chorus)

[Verse 3]

Yea - they say I'm barely nice right

Right? Shout out to Sonny Paradise

Sike

Now they wanna call

Cause I run the county

Back then I swear

They ain't give a fuck about me

Tell me calm down

Man it's just entertainment

I'm just sayin

That I ain't even wanna be famous

I did this for work

I did this for Strug

Yet I did this cause

I kind of still own the plug

Wish I could work it off

Then go back to serving

I would never rap again

Man fuck these verses

They tell me calm down

Cause they know that I'm spiritual

I'm spiritual

So every single night I pray for miracles

These rappers aren't lyrical

They just throw subliminals

They ain't been to jail before

They are not criminals

My position's biblical

Sick of all this ridicule

Their buzzes are miniscule

They just the interviews

(Chorus)