Close To The Edge

(album: Gamblin On A Whiteboy 4 - 2011)

There's only so much pressure a man can take before he just snaps
And perhaps I've reached that level of pressure

Ever since my record was spinning
Everybody calling me with a fucking opinion
Tell me where was your opinion when we wasn't winning
When we was losing in the bottom of the 9th inning
These streets is getting crazy, it's kill or be killed
They said this mixtape will never top deal or no deal
Yea I fuck with Lil Wyte but I don't be in that man's face
I spend a lot of time building my own fucking fan base
They want the old Jelly back, how much can this man take
Before I go postal and just flip like a pancake
And every verse is hard now, they say that it's incredible
But I'm the same me, bitch, don't put me on no pedestal
Smile on my face, but I feel I'm going crazy
I was doing better when I pissed [?] baby
I remember CCA, I was sitting in H unit
All I wanna do is come home and make music

I think I'm close to the edge
I think I'm close to the edge
I think I'm close to the edge
I think I'm close to the edge
I think I'm close to the edge

A lot of people talking, I hear a lot things
Some people want me to sing, some people want me to scream
Some people say they want to bring the street shit back
Ain't no glory in the fact that I keep this trap
Yea I pieced that pack, get caught and tell shit
You better believe that I ain't been in the cell bitch
Yea I go and grab my pistol before I put my pants on
And I promise one thing, I'll never make a dance song
See I don't the Dougie and I don't crack the Soulja Boy
I'm the captain of the ship that's going overboard
Radio won't play it 'cause I'm cussing too much
Well shit damn cunt slut bitch go on fuck

I think I'm close to the edge
I think I'm close to the edge
I think I'm close to the edge
I think I'm close to the edge
I think I'm close to the edge

Yea, they say I'm barely nice right
Right? Shout out to Sonny Paradise, sike
Now they wanna call 'cause I run the county
Back then I swear they ain't give a fuck about me
Tell me calm down, man it's just entertainment
I'm just sayin that I ain't even wanna be famous
I did this for Worm, I did this for Strug
Yet I did this 'cause I kind of still own the plug
Wish I could work it off then go back to serving
I would never rap again, man fuck these verses
They tell me calm down 'cause they know that I'm spiritual
I'm spiritual, so every single night I pray for miracles
These rappers aren't lyrical
They just throw subliminals
They ain't been to jail before
They are not criminals
My position's biblical
Sick of all this ridicule
Their buzzes are miniscule
They just tone to intervals

I think I'm close to the edge
I think I'm close to the edge
I think I'm close to the edge
I think I'm close to the edge
I think I'm close to the edge