Everybody's Crazy
Peace
Peace, yo
Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah
Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god
D&G glasses, cloth Kangols, guided by angel with white wings
Nas the Viking, fresh to my ankles, thankful
Gangster see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
Gun in my dresser, slang I use upset college professors
More knowledge than Webster dictionary
Obituary columns, I sign 'em
The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
The jig is up gut 'em like fish, swiss cheese 'em up
My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus
Poking out their chest like they tall as skyscrapers
But they small like a shanty in an African village
Soft as cotton candy, we assassins and killers
Let the shottie off in club floors, pellets play up your familia
You screaming like you love war
Everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop
But everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Peace
Fuck you with a fist in your ass
You pussy with yeast, you shook in the street, you a Sisqó fag
You know blood baths, I make some, fake thugs, I hate 'em
Eight slugs, I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting
'Cause now, instead of coke rhymes it's laying
No, analog it's digital, criminals turned rapper, times are changin'
Niggas get flashier, houses more plusher
Bitches givin' ass up at ages more younger
Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a Glock they keep squeezing
Bullets stop in your sternum, they stop you from breathing
I'm light years far, your mouth get all white when I'm near you
I frighten your heart
I want you to watch me notice stare, look closer
Feel, I'm who you 'posed to be, real, I know it hurt you
Soldiers approach you, you wanna squash it
You older than most dudes although Nas did you and your whole crew, but
Everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop
But everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Peace
I know where niggas sleep
It's too many schemes, too many plots
War cost money and man I got too many spots
Hungry niggas get tutored to thinking new shit to come up
Killers fuck with killers, you sleepin', you gettin' stuck up
Not me, y'all not ready, I'm low but I'll be watchin'
We all connected, so my man knows yo' man
Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up
Beat cases down, niggas is back on the block, what?
Brothers is taking secret routes when they drive
Tinted windows, ears to the street, stay on their job
Peep niggas that got prices on their head so high
Their main niggas'll take the contract, surprise
So we play a mental game, intimidation
Got pussy niggas gettin' pressed up on and payin'
I wish these niggas would step up, wait for the day and
Since I'm famous they thinkin' assault rifles won't be spraying
Whoever thinking coming for my vault or the safe
I got some niggas with acid, get it thrown in your face
Play dirty, catch your moms in a J-30
Whatever whoadie we all crazy we all 7:30 now
Everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop
But everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Peace, yo
Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah
Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god
D&G glasses, cloth Kangols, guided by angel with white wings
Nas the Viking, fresh to my ankles, thankful
Gangster see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
Gun in my dresser, slang I use upset college professors
More knowledge than Webster dictionary
Obituary columns, I sign 'em
The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
The jig is up gut 'em like fish, swiss cheese 'em up
My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus
Poking out their chest like they tall as skyscrapers
But they small like a shanty in an African village
Soft as cotton candy, we assassins and killers
Let the shottie off in club floors, pellets play up your familia
You screaming like you love war
Everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop
But everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Peace
Fuck you with a fist in your ass
You pussy with yeast, you shook in the street, you a Sisqó fag
You know blood baths, I make some, fake thugs, I hate 'em
Eight slugs, I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting
'Cause now, instead of coke rhymes it's laying
No, analog it's digital, criminals turned rapper, times are changin'
Niggas get flashier, houses more plusher
Bitches givin' ass up at ages more younger
Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a Glock they keep squeezing
Bullets stop in your sternum, they stop you from breathing
I'm light years far, your mouth get all white when I'm near you
I frighten your heart
I want you to watch me notice stare, look closer
Feel, I'm who you 'posed to be, real, I know it hurt you
Soldiers approach you, you wanna squash it
You older than most dudes although Nas did you and your whole crew, but
Everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop
But everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Peace
I know where niggas sleep
It's too many schemes, too many plots
War cost money and man I got too many spots
Hungry niggas get tutored to thinking new shit to come up
Killers fuck with killers, you sleepin', you gettin' stuck up
Not me, y'all not ready, I'm low but I'll be watchin'
We all connected, so my man knows yo' man
Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up
Beat cases down, niggas is back on the block, what?
Brothers is taking secret routes when they drive
Tinted windows, ears to the street, stay on their job
Peep niggas that got prices on their head so high
Their main niggas'll take the contract, surprise
So we play a mental game, intimidation
Got pussy niggas gettin' pressed up on and payin'
I wish these niggas would step up, wait for the day and
Since I'm famous they thinkin' assault rifles won't be spraying
Whoever thinking coming for my vault or the safe
I got some niggas with acid, get it thrown in your face
Play dirty, catch your moms in a J-30
Whatever whoadie we all crazy we all 7:30 now
Everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop
But everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Credits
Writer(s): Dana Stinson, Nasir Jones
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