Schizo

Yo, I'm up in the crib goin' schizo
Keep hearing footsteps when I know I'm all alone
And I've been wonderin' who's up next upon that fake-ass throne
Wonder why I still get high every time I turn this microphone on

Think Imma hide away today, won't turn my phone on
Should be safe right here and now, still got my gun on
Me, yeah, cause I can't get relief
I'm gettin' high until I die, let history repeat itself

Can't trust no one, but I've been tryin' to trust myself
Look in the mirror like you trippin', won't listen to no one else, no
Just puttin' my feelings on the shelf, ain't good to no one
And especially not myself, but that shit bad for my health

It's elementary, the sea can't move till the moon say
You comin' with me, it's true for you and me
So get up, you comin' with me
Yeah, and we flyin' high
Asian bitch, Mercedes Benz, and she been down to ride

You know I get inside, I don't even try
Been lookin' at them lips then stare into her eyes, now she mine
Least for the night
Might hit again at sunrise if she tastes right
Otherwise a bitch don't ever get this dick twice
I'm too nice, mm, or I'm just too nice with it
I bless her down below, then bless a ho with my distance
I ain't kiddin', I got business to deal with
Weighin' options wonder what kind of shitty deals Imma deal with
Cause this is sketchy as business, and I won't wanna ever feel right

Puttin' my name up on no dotted line
I love this shit too much, won't ever sign away my rights
I'm like Tyson on the mic, I swing that hook just right
I'd sell my soul short if I ever signed away my life, yeah
So I ain't chillin' ever
Not till I'm the first millionaire in my family ever
And I bring home a briefcase with like
500k on Thanksgiving day
Just so I can look my mama in her face
And say that finally I made it

Say that finally I made it
Oh, you always knew I would
Oh, I can hear it now
Yeah, can you hear that

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, I'm up in the crib goin' schizo
Keep hearin' footsteps when I know I'm all alone
And I've been wonderin' who's up next upon that fake-ass throne
Wonder why I still get high every time I turn this microphone on
Think I'm hide away today won't turn my phone on
I should be safe right here now, still got my gun on
Me, yeah, cause I can't get relief
I'm gettin' high until I die, let history repeat

Yo, I'm up in the crib goin' schizo
Keep hearin' footsteps when I know I'm all alone
And I've been wonderin' who's up next upon that fake-ass throne
Wonder why I still get high every time I turn this microphone on
Think imma hide away today won't turn my phone on
I should be safe right here now, still got my gun on
Me, yeah, cause I can't get relief

I'm gettin' high until I die, let history repeat



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Writer(s): Ethan Cook
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