text: Am I really crazy
  Crazy for you, baby
  Three grams to the face and now Im feeling faceless
  Ride around in L.A., shoot like Im the mayor
  Stay out of my way, could you do me a favor?
  Smoking in the park, yeah, feelin like a skater
  Looking at me left, yeah, you look like a hater
  Im not gonna say much, Ima say a prayer
  Pull off in an Audi, Ima see you later
  And you snow Ive been patiently waiting fore I got to explode
  All this fake beef, niggas better act like they know
  On the front line prayed up, ready for war
  Got them killers on the side of me, all my niggas hardcore
  Sippin lean I just scored, finna go and hit the stove
  Now its back to the yo, cookin up, they want more
  Got an album in stores, went overseas on tour
  I was flying in different countries, waking up
  Rocking shows, did it all for the culture
  Gotta watch out for them vultures
  From the blocks of horror
  A lot of bloody fucking murders, mourn one, they get tortured
  We shining over here, burning hot, bitch, we scorching
  Told my girl I miss her when Im touring
  Am I really crazy?
  Crazy for you, baby
  Three grams to the face and now Im feeling faceless
  Ride around in L.A., feel like Im the mayor
  Stay out of my way, could you do me a favor?
  Smoking in the park, yeah, feelin like a skater
  Looking at me left, yeah, you look like a hater
  Im not gonna say much, Ima say a prayer
  Pull off in an Audi, Ima see you later
  Dont call my phone, Im gon ignore it
  Smoking three grams to the face, gas got me going
  In my bag, Im in my zone and you snow Im zoning
  Going ninety on the freeway, I aint finna pull over
  Fuck the motherfucking DEA, she aint on the 
  Gotta stack this money up, gotta feed my grans and mas
  Pray everyday to Allah, thankful I made it this far
  Paid the cost to be the boss, sometimes you gotta take loss
  Ice boss, I floss, ice chains, they gloss
  My bitch bad like Rosa Acosta
  Aint no stopping till the show is over
  Stack the money till its overflowing
  Shyne Boyz, Drain Gang, and you snow how we coming
  Got the .40, this bitch get to drumming
  Am I really crazy?
  Crazy for you, baby
  Three grams to the face and now Im feeling faceless
  Ride around in L.A., feel like Im the mayor
  Stay out of my way, could you do me a favor?
  Smoking in the park, yeah, feelin like a skater
  Looking me left, yeah, you look like a hater
  Im not gonna say much, Ima say a prayer
  Pull off in an Audi, Ima see you later