No I’m Not Crazy!

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Doesn't make me crazy the things I do Got me marching in place like one and two Everybody got guns and they wanna shoot But not me, those are things I don't wanna do They beep out cuss words like a pager You're minor on a scale and I'm feeling major I keep on moving with my pad and paper While girls give me stares like escalators Rising like [?], call it a fast break I nickname her milk the way that she shaped Got dreams of going on tour with Common So everybody can see my magic like Johnson Now everybody tryna add up my story To sum it all up, I do it for the glory Don't got a ego, I'ma stay humble Got a buzz like bees but I'm never gonna bumble No I'm not crazy, never in my lifetime Want to be a millionaire, didn't have a lifeline Used to wanna fight crime when I was like eight But I couldn't do it 'cause I didn't have a cape So I couldn't fly, or not even float 'cause life ain't a dream so you don't row your boat Gently down the stream 'cause everything not the way they always seem And I mean everything [Verse 2, Kdotmills] I move that Will Smith sh*t, when I spit I am legend Hip-hop diving, we the vast ni**as reppin' Vast ni**as left in the 3am session Real recognize real and you ain't on the guest list K dot M dot ills dot comma Verbal X pill, ni**as feel how I'm rhyming Nah, I ain't into all the gear and designers Hustler like my bank account still in the minors Stretch like recliners, serve beef like diners Radio flow, offend h*es like Imus Old school triple fat goose with the lining Make you take a bow like Prince did Rihanna I'm so hotter than a lot of them, my homonyms In the top ten, what I pen is a problem I kill beats on the boards like Rodman Find me underground on the low like Saddam and them I'm still bombing them, killing on the beat Wanna murder every rapper on BET But them ni**as snitching, I ain't tryna be a lifer So I'ma keep killing all you rappers in the cypher Wack bastards happy to slap backwards My [?] coming back for you fools like back taxes Got it for you rappers, Caddies and black caskets Man, I hope this joint number one on the track-list I can't take it, man, hip-hop dying Too many wack ni**as in the booth and they lying Denying the truth, talking 'bout coke Man, you sell dope but that don't mean that you dope And forget a mixtape, get it straight, this is war SkyBlew, Dotmills better than before Wintertime rap got me changing up my wardrobe Blackout like refrigerators with the door closed