Going Crazy

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ramey, that's expensive) [Verse 1] They probably want me jump out, shoot in broad day Shit, why I come this far to throw it all away? I just seen the bigger picture, me and PD harder way I keep takin' bigger risks, gotta see my daughter's face But you can look at all my watches, I done flooded out the faces, ayy I'm goin' money crazy I walk inside the bank and they say, "Hi, Stacey" Another big deposit, mama, I made it And I can't front like I'm happy 'bout my situation So much negativity, I had to switch location That nigga workin' for the pigs and I can smell the bacon My lil' brother told me not to even entertain it Or better yet, keep fakin' it how you fake it Bossa Nova, I just pulled up in LA for a vacation Maxfield shoppin', Rolex rockin' Chrome Heart and Galleria Dept. Thinkin' I can make three hundred thousand off some debts Or I can really make a hundred million if I rap But, nigga, fuck rap, we got a love-and-hate relationship Really feel like all the fake niggas makin' it But they say money grow on trees, leaves fallin', I'm just here to rake it in I'm just really missin' Mercy when I'm sittin' in my Benz Kill all my enemies and pray for all my friends Protect their energy, my feelings in the wind And five years from now, my baby girls'll be ten And I'll be damned if they ain't sittin' on a few M's I gotta teach 'em that no sin is bigger than another sin I gotta teach 'em long as I'm alive, they don't need another man [Interlude] And I think I'm goin' crazy, yeah, yeah, yeah Everybody, think I'm goin' crazy Woah, think I'm goin' crazy (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Everybody, think I'm goin' crazy Body, nobody [Verse 2] And that's how you let the beat breathe I was burnin' money, spendin' on the VVs Flooded out the Cita Son and the Chi piece I just wish my mom was here so she can see me How you leave me? You know I'm still grieving But soul ties, my spirit, she uplifting I'm so tired, but, nigga, I'm so gifted For sure rise on niggas who ain't with me I beat all the odds, so I know they really envy Neck two-fifty "Thats A Awful Lot Of Cough Syrup" wrote across my Dickies S560, come and ride with me I fuck up Amiri, I fuck up Givenchy Me and 50 shoppin', we talkin' a few milli' We don't speak on the profit, just know that we gettin' busy And I think I'm goin' crazy [Outro] Everybody, think I'm goin' crazy Everybody, think I'm goin' crazy Woah, think I'm goin' crazy Everybody, think I'm goin' crazy