Crazy Boy

[Intro]

Za, whatchu cooking?

Yeah, real DrugRxch

Ever since a boy, they said I was crazy

They told me I was ruthless, told me I was evil

All kinda shit

I'm getting money nigga, that's all I ever was

Pussy ass, scary ass nigga, that's what I never was

Running ass, ducking ass nigga, that was never us

Jumping gates, hitting cuts, hauling ass, ducking cuffs

Fate told me 'bout all the drugs, mama ain't give me all her love

I'm with the gang, we all for one

I used to hit licks for all of us

My body filled with scars and cuts

I lost my mind when I lost my cuz

I shoulda been there to back him up

It play on my conscious, it fuck me up

That's when I pour meds in my cup, eyes red from the blunt

Leavе him dead if he front, if he twеlve, doing stunts

In the courtroom, I smell like runtz

When I was locked up, they ain't write me once

He cross that line with me, he done

Streets raised me, I can't be dumb

Mama don't even know her son

I don't like to ride without my gun

I'm paranoid from shit I done

I face my problems, I can't run

On ten toes and my two feet

Watch that car, creeping up the street

Pistol on me, at arm's reach

Ain't let a nigga put me on a tee

Pistol by the pillow when I'm sleep

My bitch like "Get that shit away from me"

I'm schizophrenic with PTSD

Cartiers on, I don't wanna see

Took two Roxy 30's, I ain't sleep

Plus a jiggaboo, bitch I'm geeked

Ain't never did shit for me

Got no gifts under the Christmas tree

I slang dope all damn week

Real wolf can spot the weak

He front me ten, give me 'bout a week

Been a month, we still ain't speak

How the fuck I'mma be scared of you?

Nigga you bleed just like me

Up the stick, do it sweet

.556 take you off your feet

I'm paranoid

A lot of times I hear a voice telling me to kill people

A lot of times I hear a voice telling me to rob people

I swear to God, I hear a voice telling me to cook crack

[?]

I swear to God, this shit is crazy, ay

Drugs all in my boxer briefs

I'm the one, not two or three

Caught a opp walking down the street

Pull over and park the V

I noticed him but he ain't notice me

This the fourth time I seen him this week

I'm on his body, tryna creep

G-Lock-22 put him to sleep

Left the car, took off on feet

I know ain't nobody see me

Call my bitch, told her where to meet

Real hood bitch, like Cardi B

We watching for undercovers and D's

RBD and MRV

My bitch pulled up like "Beep beep"

Jumped in the car, threw out my [?]

Phone going off, it's my nigga P

He ask me where I'm at with the V

I told him its parked on Union Street

I just caught an opp and we up three

He ain't say none but I know he cheesing

Real street nigga, I ain't like Jesus

They hated on me, like Jesus

They thought I was dead, I came back, like Jesus