Made Me Crazy

[Intro: King Iso]

Oh shit it's twelve o'clock

Shit crazier than a motherfucker

Let's do it

[Verse 1: King Iso]

Still bumping "Dementia" on the daily

'Cause I be forgetting stuff that I been through when it made me

Wanna go pick a pistol up with you niggas, shit I'm mani'

To the max, I'm zany, my dick got bitches chaining

Back then the most difficult mission be entertaining

When I post a picture up I got bitches try'na frame me

Hitting other bitches up like "He finna have my baby"

They lying about everything and the system couldn't tame me

Can't cry, I do better things than the bitching and complaining

Education linked to the prison system, I'm peepin' my niggas instruments

Started banging, my nigga can you blame me?

You standing with the opps man, you niggas really brazy

I'm canvasing your block, 'cause I'm finna make a painting

I put it on a ghost, though, you niggas getting Swayze

They talking Mario, you'll be kicking it with Daisy's

Speaking of Mario, I been with my nig' since the 80s

A pistol grip on .380s really locked in and made it

Got clips, cinemas, get a picture when the K squeeze

Doc says send him off, because mentally I'm draining

I can't get enough, I'm a killer and they trained me

Not to give a fuck about shit that really faze me

So much to unpack, tripping on the daily

My kids say I'll go crazy like Eminem and Hailie

Don't be a menace like any other way

See there's anywhere from home and still whipping a Mercedes

And everybody love me but really probably hate me

And swinging at the air probably hitting all the babies

The Board of Mental Health like a Christian couldn't save me

My daddy left my mom pregnant while in the navy

Don't look through my phone, might see pictures of your lady

And everything I said is the shit that made me crazy

[Chorus: King Iso]

Yeah, that's the type of shit to made me crazy

That's the type of shit to made me crazy

That's the type of shit to made me crazy

That's the type of shit to made me crazy

Pop, pop, sound of my Glock

I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)

Pop, pop, sound of my Glock

I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)

Pop, pop, sound of my Glock

I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)

Pop, pop, sound of my Glock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)

I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)

[Verse 2: Snake Lucci]

(Snake Lucci)

Fourteen got my first .380

That's the type of shit that made me crazy

You know a nigga finna blow, no safety

Catch 'em in the mall, Old Navy

I was hitting banks, seventeen, no savings

I can get it to you for the love over the baby

I went to prison for coke and felt like they enslaved me

I put in work, I got ranked on in the tank

And stopped the drip, was rocking bricks

Was into politics, but I'm anonymous, hot as a lava pit

Pop 'em like a Klonopin, probably with an exotic bitch

Pocket watch and designer fits, lot of it counterfeit

I don't even bother with it, came up in the bottoms

Never needed a father figure, streets done made me crazy

I be committed, I was in prison, I was in visit

God I ain't did it, Father forgive us, I made part of the business

I made a lot of decisions, any other opposite should come get your lottery ticket, and as God is my witness

My oddest opinion, their squad on the menu

A lot of us vicious, they outta commission

They logic is missing, ain't got a pot they can piss in

They beef with ISO, that's their final decision

With knowledge I'm gifted, you might get popped in the mission, I'm locked in this issue

You on a chopping block, your block gonna miss you

When I cock the Glock and I pop it, it leave a spot in your temple

[Chorus: Snake Lucci & King Iso]

Yeah, that's the type of shit to made me crazy

That's the type of shit to made me crazy

That's the type of shit to made me crazy

That's the type of shit to made me crazy

Pop, pop, sound of my Glock

I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)

Pop, pop, sound of my Glock

I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)

Pop, pop, sound of my Glock

I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)

Pop, pop, sound of my Glock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)

I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]

What made me crazy? When my elders taught me the holy ghost

Waitin' from a kid to see it, now I look on my Rollie nope

Waiting's like never havin' a team and I'm at the Goalie Post

Show me hope, when it's contaminated, get polio

What else? Mama receiving everything but help

And the welts bled again, medicine being the belt

Ya bruh felt, (what?) hurt, and temper was short as a elf

A nut I would not trust and no plus for ya'self

I don't need no fuckin' apology lady

The body she gave me when I was young neurology say we appallingly crazy, 'cause she was older calling me baby

Water me daily, no education policy maybe?

I was discombobulated, thinkin' I was in love

What if this one ovulated, binkin' without a glove

I'm a drip from populated, wit' some thot you mated

Sick one copulated, my dick done modulated

I don't know what the problem is, I really wasn't fatherless

But nobody comin' odd as this I (Been psycho)

Wondering if a God exists, family gave me a lotta scripts

When I discovered a Godemis my (Sin light glow)

Never got up in the college's or politics, abolished it

My nigga, my noodle, my noggin is a (Spin cycle)

How in the hell will I polish it? I gotta get the solace wit' my (Friend Iso)

You were (Then frightful)

Want a grim fight, no? (Wha'?)

Slim price though, hey!

[Chorus: King Iso]

That's the type of shit to made me crazy

That's the type of shit to made me crazy

That's the type of shit to made me crazy

That's the type of shit to made me crazy

That's the type of shit to made me crazy

Pop, pop, sound of my Glock

I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)

Pop, pop, sound of my Glock

I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)

Pop, pop, sound of my Glock

I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)

Pop, pop, sound of my Glock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)

I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)