80's Crazy (feat. J.SHEP)
I think my compass broke
Cause I don't never see it going south
I think your pockets broke
So I don't understand your running mouth
If it's one thing that separate me from you niggas
I can't relax and kick my feet up when there's money on the ground
Now I ain't never been basic but I'm going back to the basis
Granny got me flipping shit she put the kitchen in the basement
Just whipped the shit out this shorty like a boom boom baby
Now I'm in the studio going crack crazy and I ain't even from the 80's
Go ahead
Gone talk to shit Milo
All my verses heaven sent
My shit come with halos
You want this money drop it low
And her response was how low
I said how low can you get
She bust a split on the floor
Still had that jiggle with it
Just dropped some bands just for show
Cause now the feeling different
I remember times when I was broke
I'm glad this time is different
Then I threw up some more
I started drinking some more
And she got touchy and some more shit
I can't complain I've been winning
I'll never understand niggas
Who don't mind they damn business
I hate the smell of niggas
They all moving fishy
I pray they keep they disty
Cause one call will get they block turned around until it's dizzy
I'll never trust a hoe that send a text saying she miss me
Broken records what they sound like
I'm not fucking with no pick me
This ain't audition rehearsal
So I promise there's no call back
Don't play I'm not having that shit
My brodie told me keep my cool stop wrecking havoc and shit
We get the bread and pass the hoes now that's a magic assist
Yeah I told shorty she the one too bad we never exist
Then I met my baby's mother who knew she'd pop out my kid
Mm
My brother been shooting the shit
With his 4.5 like he Jordan
He something like a Westbrook
Cause that boy, travel with the stick
Seen my mama boyfriend cooking up so he gone head and whip
Whip up the crack
Baking soda, with the cocaine
Then he put it in pack-a-sack
How convenient
Just wanna stack up money like convenience
But don't want to store it up
My whole life I ain't really give a fuck
Seeing mama spend a buck
Just to live it up, but for what
Cause she a 80's baby and my father too
They from the jects and them townhomes
That's why everyday I'm tryna put it on
Put on for my city
Stacking the green for I can pass it on like I'm Rondo
Whether I gotta do the shit on my own
That's why you never hear the dial tone
When you hit my phone
It's do not disturb in my time zone
Just leave me alone
I think my compass broke
Cause I don't never see it going south
I think your pockets broke
So I don't understand your running mouth
If it's one thing that separate me from you niggas
I can't relax and kick my feet up when there's money on the ground
Now I ain't never been basic but I'm going back to the basis
Granny got me flipping shit she put the kitchen in the basement
Just whipped the shit out this shorty like a boom boom baby
Now I'm in the studio going crack crazy and I ain't even from the 80's
Cause I don't never see it going south
I think your pockets broke
So I don't understand your running mouth
If it's one thing that separate me from you niggas
I can't relax and kick my feet up when there's money on the ground
Now I ain't never been basic but I'm going back to the basis
Granny got me flipping shit she put the kitchen in the basement
Just whipped the shit out this shorty like a boom boom baby
Now I'm in the studio going crack crazy and I ain't even from the 80's
Go ahead
Gone talk to shit Milo
All my verses heaven sent
My shit come with halos
You want this money drop it low
And her response was how low
I said how low can you get
She bust a split on the floor
Still had that jiggle with it
Just dropped some bands just for show
Cause now the feeling different
I remember times when I was broke
I'm glad this time is different
Then I threw up some more
I started drinking some more
And she got touchy and some more shit
I can't complain I've been winning
I'll never understand niggas
Who don't mind they damn business
I hate the smell of niggas
They all moving fishy
I pray they keep they disty
Cause one call will get they block turned around until it's dizzy
I'll never trust a hoe that send a text saying she miss me
Broken records what they sound like
I'm not fucking with no pick me
This ain't audition rehearsal
So I promise there's no call back
Don't play I'm not having that shit
My brodie told me keep my cool stop wrecking havoc and shit
We get the bread and pass the hoes now that's a magic assist
Yeah I told shorty she the one too bad we never exist
Then I met my baby's mother who knew she'd pop out my kid
Mm
My brother been shooting the shit
With his 4.5 like he Jordan
He something like a Westbrook
Cause that boy, travel with the stick
Seen my mama boyfriend cooking up so he gone head and whip
Whip up the crack
Baking soda, with the cocaine
Then he put it in pack-a-sack
How convenient
Just wanna stack up money like convenience
But don't want to store it up
My whole life I ain't really give a fuck
Seeing mama spend a buck
Just to live it up, but for what
Cause she a 80's baby and my father too
They from the jects and them townhomes
That's why everyday I'm tryna put it on
Put on for my city
Stacking the green for I can pass it on like I'm Rondo
Whether I gotta do the shit on my own
That's why you never hear the dial tone
When you hit my phone
It's do not disturb in my time zone
Just leave me alone
I think my compass broke
Cause I don't never see it going south
I think your pockets broke
So I don't understand your running mouth
If it's one thing that separate me from you niggas
I can't relax and kick my feet up when there's money on the ground
Now I ain't never been basic but I'm going back to the basis
Granny got me flipping shit she put the kitchen in the basement
Just whipped the shit out this shorty like a boom boom baby
Now I'm in the studio going crack crazy and I ain't even from the 80's
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Writer(s): Jacquez Sheppard
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