Crazy

G Herbo

Swervo

Humble beast,  man, you know I'm just doing me, I can't complain

A product of my environment

Of course I am

Walking with this torch I am

Still smell like gun powder

Straight up off that porch I am

Youngest **** got up on his grizzy, without force I am

Go and cop that new Ferrari, seven hundred horse, I am

And I told my big bros

Let me see you run it up

I don't give a mother fuck about them if they ain't one of us

****, they ain't nothing like us

They wasn't on that black like us

They don't tote them Glocks like us

They won't die for rock like us

Understand, overhanding, get that money rubber band it

Count it first before you spend it

I don't think they comprehend it

Thinking about my big bro, Crazy James

He got apprehended

All we know is blocka, blocka, blocka

Then the coppers had him

Can't forget my bro, Da Roe, I love him like my mama had him

That night we lost Kobe on the eighth block, had that Glock beside him

Can't forget about them days and nights, 'Cause they mad me

We survived the trenches

We was crazy

I was lonely, I was hungry, almost drove me crazy

Walked out the house and got right in the streets, that shit was crazy

Bullets flying right in front of me, that shit was crazy

Shooters diving right in front of me, my **** crazy

Don't know how, but I made it home, shit was crazy

Turned me out then eventually I just start going crazy

When I say I don't give a fuck they think I'm crazy

Don't blame me, I'm just a product of what made me

Used to post up on that corner

It was after midnight on a school night

Thirty clip right on us, Lord, I promise, I'm just trying to do right

Tell me how you grew up, this my story, let me hear what you like

Bullet wounds in middle school

He just trying to protect his new bike

Now I did the presidential

I might go Patek with blue light

I might go Ben Frank the Mueller

Make it work, curse out the jeweler

Golden links like Rick the  Ruler

In your club, might be able to rumor

Walk outside with sticks and rulers

Pull shit, be so quick to do ya

Anyway, I've been straight since a teen, literally

Fuck shit up, walk out, tell 'em bill me, Hillary

You starving, we eating over here B, get a piece

Closed mouths don't get fed, you a pussy, don't come near the G

And they Say I'm crazy

Me, I say I'm brazy

Mom, pops, at home, the street life, that's what raised me

The streets they loved me one day

And the next I know they hate me

I love what I've become, I'm just a product of what made me

I was lonely, I was hungry, almost drove me crazy

Walked out the house and got right in the streets, that shit was crazy

Bullets flying right in front of me, that shit was crazy

Shooters diving right in front of me, my **** crazy

Don't know how, but I made it home, shit was crazy

Turned me out then eventually I just start going crazy

When I say I don't give a fuck they think I'm crazy

Don't blame me, I'm just a product of what made me

Almost drove me crazy

That shit was crazy

That shit was crazy

My **** crazy

Shit was crazy

I just start going crazy

They think I'm crazy

I'm just a product of what made me