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Mm Look, uh I gave niggas hope when they needed hope I gave niggas dope when they needed dope Showed niggas the ropes and visuals from a different scope Set the pick and roll, nigga, chill (No) Overkill, I spit the real niggas get killed over Still holdin' my piece, be still dirty, you can still hold it It’s still cold in this crib, he finna steal coal Kill more these in the field, I hope you got your will wrote Dome shot 'em, that's a third eye, you rеal-real woke (Real) What’s thе reward? But what are the risks involved? What's the penalty for it? Get a pen, write his name on a bullet for ya boy Then pull it when ya blitz, ya get a Pulitzer award (Cheers) You know it's gravy when surveillance in the rear We in the clear, pick up them shell cases and make them cases disappear Mwah, taste the fear A nigga born and raised here, a raisin in the sun Cuttin' up coke with a razor, it's gettin' crazier The nasally Nas, but I'm more JAY-Z-er Awkwardly walkin' back on tracks like Ryan Shazier Science is great, but God greater, more wavier We made it this far, tip the bartender, sign an autograph for the waiter All the talk is gettin’ radical and racier Letras de cancionesWe ain’t forgot the path nor the past, no erasure I'm lockin’ in to focus like a laser and we lapdog niggas who lazier By the day, it's gettin' crazier and crazier And crazier, and crazier And crazier, and crazier And crazier, and crazier And crazier, and crazier And crazier, and crazier And crazier (Ayy), and crazier And crazier (Man), and crazier (It's real) No shit, I wrote this sittin’ outside the psych ward Cashin' out, I be blackin' out 'cause it keep the lights on I'm the illest, it's in the air, you should get the Lysol Lots of trauma from drama I saw, I need new eyeballs Clear, clear, it's crystal, I peer within you, I'm spiritual Seek and destroy you, I see the noise and I hear the symbols (Ah) Extraordinary, the stupid genius, somebody call Keem Phoenix out the ashes like they done cremated Joaquin My pen is more impressive than your lockscreen My G, this just in, Herbert on your back I charge a nigga for a rap, I'ma need more than a quarter back We 'nem niggas, don't worry 'bout them, they ain't on my team Omnipresence in my reflection, cursed with the gift I hate abidin' by the rules (I did not diss the president) I hang a mic up by the noose like a lynch mob in the south My palate need a straight jacket every time I open my mouth It's gettin' (Crazier) Thought you was titanic, but I'm the glacier Mm-mm, that pussy good, but I had tastier Just the other day, sir Bag full of blue strips like dirty diapers You ain't the shit, bitch If I had a genie, my only wish would be you and a genie They gettin' jittery when they in the vicinity with JID and me You grow a money tree, then they get shadier Your foundation get shakier You remember what happened to the savior This shit only get Crazier and crazier And crazier, and crazier And crazier, and crazier And crazier, and crazier (Soulo) And crazier, and crazier And crazier, and crazier And crazier, and crazier And crazier, and crazier (Crazier) That shit slap like a motherfucker From Letras Mania