Crazy Lord

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I remember sellin' Dat boy back when I was broke Never made me much money 'cause I had to smoke I used to tell myself, at least, I wasn't snorting Coke I had to quit 'cause of fake friends out there tellin' folk The problem is, the folks they tellin' was the fuckin' Jakes Don't want it to end ugly but my friends was just some fuckin' snakes I had to do it all again, I'd still take that fuckin' case Livin' my life knowin' sometimes it's just how much you take And nowadays I just stay blessed n prayed up, I ain't got time to be laid up All them many nights I stayed up, it's about time that they paid us All them one nights damn sure made us feel like we could be the greatest I was born in may not July And got rich on they broke ass, remember back when I could die Now I throw a song in the sky, I'm immortal for the night They call me crazy But maybe that's 'cause I am But would you lie for me? I can't tell If I jump from the lights, ayy, tell my fam' Tell 'em I fly, tell 'em I fall, into the sky Would you tell 'em that I'm crazy? Or tell 'em when they aimin' for your chips and they let you lay in the streets, to be ready for a war but just keep on prayin' for peace If I never see the dark then I'll say your faith in my cleats And I will stomp you in the dirt, Lord forgive me for my dirt I was raised in the church so I stop to pray and I preach Sweet Home Of Tampa but you ain't taking it sweet I was born in the summer, my God, bump MOS on the beats That's the fruits of my labor, jitt man I told you he’s a beast, life is a fuckin' peach It's a cold, cold world, we just tryna stay in the heat I ain't never finished college, some things you just can't teach I'm American, baby, hear the freedom in my speech I'll be mad as a bitch, I don't sell a million at least They work for me in the piece, that's one in a million me Just call me crazy I'm one of a kind, yeah MAY not July but you lie They call me crazy And that's fine A lot of them I woulda died for are dead to me (Dead to me, dead to me) Call me crazy But I'm always on my mathematix so I’m Clever as I'll ever be “For those who know this a little custom spin on a track I dig on but I felt like spitting something together and I just haven’t been in my proper freestyle zone so I’m just trying to get warmed up and this just a little spark for my flame. “

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10 months ago

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5 years ago

I remember sellin' Dat boy back when I was broke Never made me much money 'cause I had to smoke I used to tell myself, at least, I wasn't snorting Coke I had to quit 'cause of fake friends out there tellin' folk The problem is, the folks they tellin' was the fuckin' Jakes Don't want it to end ugly but my friends was just some fuckin' snakes I had to do it all again, I'd still take that fuckin' case Livin' my life knowin' sometimes it's just how much you take And nowadays I just stay blessed n prayed up, I ain't got time to be laid up All them many nights I stayed up, it's about time that they paid us All them one nights damn sure made us feel like we could be the greatest I was born in may not July And got rich on they broke ass, remember back when I could die Now I throw a song in the sky, I'm immortal for the night They call me crazy But maybe that's 'cause I am But would you lie for me? I can't tell If I jump from the lights, ayy, tell my fam' Tell 'em I fly, tell 'em I fall, into the sky Would you tell 'em that I'm crazy? Or tell 'em when they aimin' for your chips and they let you lay in the streets, to be ready for a war but just keep on prayin' for peace If I never see the dark then I'll say your faith in my cleats And I will stomp you in the dirt, Lord forgive me for my dirt I was raised in the church so I stop to pray and I preach Sweet Home Of Tampa but you ain't taking it sweet I was born in the summer, my God, bump MOS on the beats That's the fruits of my labor, man, life is a fuckin' peach It's a cold, cold world, we just tryna stay in the heat I ain't never finished college, some things you just can't teach I'm American, baby, hear the freedom in my speech I'll be mad as a bitch, I don't sell a million at least They work for me in the piece, that's one in a million me Just call me crazy I'm one of a kind, yeah MAY not July but you lie They call me crazy And that's fine A lot of them I woulda died for are dead to me (Dead to me, dead to me) Call me crazy But I'm always on my mathematix so I’m Clever as I'll ever be

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