Crazy

G Herbo, Swervo
Humble beast man, you know Im just doing me, I cant complain
A product of my environment, of course I am
Walking with this torch I am
Still smell like gunpowder, straight up off that porch I am
Youngest nigga got up on his grizzy, without force I am
Go and cop that new Ferrari, 700 horse, I am
And I told my big bros , 'let me see you run it up'
I dont give a motherfuck about them if they aint one of us
Niggas, they aint nothing like us
They wasnt on that block like us
They dont tote them Glocks like us
They wont die for Roc like us
Understanding, overhanded, get that money rubberband it
Count it first before you spend it
I dont 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
Cant forget my bro Da Roe, I love him like my mama had him
That night we lost Kobe on the 8 block, had that Glock beside him
Cant forget about them days and nights cause they made 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 niggas crazy
Dont know how but I made at home, shit was crazy
Turned me out then eventually I just start going crazy
When I say I dont give a fuck they think Im crazy
Dont blame me, Im just a product of what made me
Used to post up on that corner
It was after midnight on a school night
30 clip right on us, Lord I promise, Im just tryna do right
Tell me how you grew up, this my story, let me hear what you like
Bullet wounds in middle school, he just tryna 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 able to rumor
Walk outside with sticks and rulers
Pull shit, be so quick to do ya
Anyway, Ive 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 dont get fed, you a pussy, dont come near the G
And they say Im crazy, me I say Im brazy
Mom, pops, at home, the street life, thats what raised me
The streets they love me one day and the next I know they hate me
I love what Ive become, Im 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 niggas crazy
Dont know how but I made at home, shit was crazy
Turned me out then eventually I just start going crazy
When I say I dont give a fuck they think Im crazy
Dont blame me, Im just a product of what made me

Almost drove me crazy
That shit was crazy
That shit was crazy
My niggas crazy
Shit was crazy
I just start going crazy
They think Im crazy
Im just a product of what made me