Go Krazy

I don't even nap, I woke up to this

No bap, let's get it

Real street ****, Over East ****

"Herbo, when you left them trenches, heard you took a piece with you"

It ain't been no peace, they ain't been asleep

Got them feeling heat, hold a glizzy in his fleece

I know where I came from, can't change where I'm finna be

Still a do my thang on your gang, like it's ten of me

Trust my intuition and my brain, know they finicky

Now I'm straight forever, I'm just making sure my **** eat

Remember me, I had all the patience

But I'm still demanding, I can't wait on shit but paper

**** just withstanding me, I took it, I'm a taker

I be feeling basic when I'm landing on commercial

Buying a plane to boost my brand, left them trenches I couldn't stand it

I kept ending up in bookings for the shit that come with lasers

Plus my chain was 60 grand, and I was dolo with my 4-0

I ain't had no way to hand it off

Except this one time when my mans, us and the ops was standing off

Pressure landed on my back, I caught that shit and ran it off

Coincidence, my mama called me Randy, I'm like Randy Moss

Everyone depend on me, I disappear, they go crazy

I'm that **** 'round my way, I made them go crazy

I grew up around madness, so I know crazy

Hop out broad day and spray, they say, "You so crazy"

When in danger, I get braver I get so courageous

And I'm dope as dope spots 'cause that dope raised me

I never quit, still legit, I never switch

I'm still working like a bitch, still forget I'm hella rich

Pop out feeling like the shit, looking, smelling like a lick

On the internet they jealous, they can tell I'm hella lit

Accusations, hoping I explain, I don't tell them shit

You can't hop up in my shoes, fool, they'll never fit

I'm in several whips

Minds playing tricks, think I'm selling bricks

Taking pics, don't ask me about rapping, that's irrelevant

Went the hard way, independent, now I'm going crazy

Fans wanna know my business, got them going crazy

In them trenches 'cause I love my block

Love my Glock, hollows pop out, hug my ops

And she love the way my chains hang, hug my rocks

Real gangsta, used to gangbang, so did my pops

Wrist rare, look like it's custom made, word to my clock

I'll never ever fall, and that's word from the top

G Herbo