Crazy

(альбом: Yellow - 2018)

What does it mean to you?

Traded in my nightmares for visions
Realized with my thoughts I could paint these pictures
I'm a artist and my art is the reason I'm living
And I'm a man, got a plan so it's time to go get it

Yeah, partially crazy in my mind but the genius is out
When I was trapped in California, all I've seen is a drought
I'm better now, got a better plan to get the cake
In the dead of town got a better stand that isn't fake
Hearing other rappers speak, is it real or vanity?
I see reality but is it real or is it sanity?
I know the man in me, he stand above me, on my hands and knees
Praying I'ma make it to the top, the real man is me
'Cause blood sweat and tears is the real net worth
While they was looking for a deal I was selling sweatshirts
Some of y'all gon' get hurt when I drop the verses
And I swear it's like a funeral, my beats are put in hearses
Sometimes the volatility can get to me, but I ain't scared
When I was 17 writing raps in class he wasn't there
I'm standing out like some titties now, fuck if I care
I'm hanging out, run the city now, she there if I'm there
I ain't around too much, I'm in the studio
Shit, I don't play no games, these rappers Yu-Gi-Oh
Every time I write these tracks it's like my last time
I play these shows like tonight could be my last dime
I'm like a drug addict, too kicked-in but one last time
I have to come super correct with my last lines
I understand man if they gon' give me beef
So I'm taking baseball bats to the track like it's my pastime

Traded in my nightmares for visions
Realized with my thoughts I could paint these pictures
I'm a artist and my art is the reason I'm living
And I'm a man, got a plan so it's time to go get it

Partially crazy in my mind but the genius is out
Trapped in California, all I've seen is a drought
Partially crazy in my mind but the genius is out
Partially crazy

Uh, I was crazy and I mean it, kicking' faces on the ce-ment
Feel amazing, I believe it, but it's fate and what I'm seeing
What I'm bleeding on the track, best believe I'm kicking back
'Cause the demons in my words tell my soul to counteract
What I'm feeling, I'm facing these emotions
The mental therapy within my moleskin is potenent
Broad historical context, my songs here forever
Even if you fucking kill me you can't burn digital letters
I'm taking shots, back to back, got a bullet Bourbon
Cop the grey BM, drunk driving so I pull up swerving
Suicidal thoughts but I don't really wanna die though
Who am I to drop the illest mixtape in a while
Without this I got nothing so I'm letting this out
I don't got no job training, all I got is the clout
And whenever my brain decides to start letting me out
I'ma go hard to the death 'cause the art's what I'm about

And I don't even really letch'yall in
I guess privacy's the place I feel comfortable in
Just hope you never give up trying 'cause for me, I got a destiny
And art ain't just the reason motherfucker, it's the recipe
My lines tighter like I'm banging out a virgin
Preaching bars to disciples and they hanging on my sermon
I gotta get my word in, I know it takes some time
But I'ma always fall back on the power of the rhyme

Traded in my nightmares for visions
Realized with my thoughts I could paint these pictures
I'm a artist and my art is the reason I'm living
And I'm a man, got a plan so it's time to go get it

Partially crazy in my mind but the genius is out
Trapped in California, all I've seen is a drought
Partially crazy