Lyrics

[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked] Y'all blindin' my greatness, I showed you the real Y'all sided with fakeness, all time and you atheists 'Cause y'all forgot it's God's timing All diamond and bracelet, without you chart climbin' Satanists (Fuck y'all) I'm still getting my doggie on, my Brooklyn bro get his gully on Mean Scully on, money's my funny bone I'm outside of the publishing, no telling what we on I remember Jay saying truthfully he'd beat Common But dropping albums like Common's Be should be common, that's deep homage The Benz I'm in, it's almond The same color as Almond Rock 'cause I'm a street shaman King Dominic, walking out of one of those casinos Smiling, hundred rows of c-notes, where I'm from is violent Long stems out of shooter's funeral, that's the only Guns N' Roses we know Y'all niggas wildin', I'm in this life to better myself Bumpin' Pac's "So Many Tears" till I shudder myself I thought the cheddar could help, love money instead of my health Fuck the cheddar forever, put health ahead of my wealth (Real) I still get green but shit be secondary (On my Mama) I'm reaching my dreams by any necessary (On my Mama) The love I get from the family is legendary You're all I ever need, word to Metha Mary, yeah [Chorus: KXNG Crooked] This shit is crazy, Thorazine Enough of all that fake-ass shit, let the thorough seem This a block theme, set theme, borough theme We made something beautiful out of a horror scene Yeah, this shit is crazy, Thorazine [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] So many thoughts in my head, sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy From the past to what's happening lately up to the maybes of the future I'm used to my wheels always turning, no days off, Ferris Bueller I maneuver with a smile, but the manure is getting wild My forty-something-year-old self dealing with things I blew through as a child Bury friends, shot guns, sold drugs, dealt with fiends Rob stores, fuck whores, this all before seventeen, what a horror scene Why that good boy get exposed to all them horrid things? A straight-A student, but Ray Ray's shootin', that day-day hoopty So I'm duckin' 'cause a spray ain't choosin' You fall, you better get your butt up, Shanaynay booty Y'all wonder why I got anxiety, I'm quietly fighting demons Got me not wanna coincide with society 'cause this Fight in my mind, it got me tired entirely But the fire in Crooked eyes shines a light that inspires me Tip a visor to my guy, he gets high off sobriety, man Liquor retirement is highly unlikely for somebody like me I need the numbin', y'all keep 'em comin' This Schnapps sweet must be peach or somethin' Baby, this beach is stunnin' Meet you someone, get money, and don't be high-key If I wasn't rapping, I wouldn't have a IG Just had a burger and drink from my favorite Japanese spot And jumped on my Kawasaki Man, y'all ain't get that [Chorus: KXNG Crooked] This shit is crazy, Thorazine Enough of all that fake-ass shit, let the thorough seem This a block theme, set theme, borough theme We made something beautiful out of a horror scene Yeah, this shit is crazy, Thorazine