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mbnel - crazy lyrics

[intro]
ramey that sh+t [?]

[verse]
don’t get it twisted, i get money, guns, respect and i got b+tches
they saying life’s a b+tch but married to the streets, mr. and mrs
police knocking on my door, won’t let ’em in unless they kick it
i been pushing foreigns but still pulling skits inside of civics
this sh+t unrealistic, now i’m signing deals worth quarter million
stealing from my mama everyday, was eating church’s chicken
was off the porch but finding ways of staying optimistic
everytime the suckers slid, they popped the shots but opps still missing
no pot to p+ss in, ain’t no money b+tches curvin’ me
and since that bag got bigger the same b+tches out here slurping me
turned into the plug, ain’t even n0body out here serving me
and all these dirty pistols don’t hit lights[?] ’cause ain’t no blurping me
dumbass, what you thought catching me loafing was that easy?
you got tints up on that car, you look suspicious then we cheesin’ ’em
pistol changed the weather doing cold but we freezing ’em
still yelling free squeeze but he ain’t trippin’ ’cause he eatin’ ’em
name a rapper in my city who in this league
bullets to his lobe gon’ make him stall just like a six+speed
i’m easily influenced, been moving different like the rich be
and these shots gon’ make him drop, it’s gon’ do more than make you tipsy
rip to nipsey, lately i been trying to hustle motivate
see you doing better today, might show you lil more than hate[?]
weight up on my shoulders adding up making me overweight
then they say pay attention when it feel like i done overcame
i’ma pull up in the whip and the engine so loud you gon’ here when i’m coming, tuh
ain’t switched on a n+gga[?], almost drowned couple times on my wrist when i bussed it, tuh
my back to the homie and be the imposter, i’m playing among us
hate nothing[?] take losses if i lose it all ’cause i started with nothing, aye
oh nel actin’ funny he got a lil money, it boosting my confidence
i’m so ahead, they’ll never catch up even if they were condiments
all of the glocks got nics hanging out like we holding up oxygens[?]
he turning on when he off of that pill, you know that we [?], aye
done with the block, love with the money you know that it’s changin’ me
yo cred from the streets don’t work with the bank hey what’s your thang with it
you adding the k behind all of our names but ain’t shot a thang with it
my youngest be spraying it lysol really be cleaning the stain with it

- mbnel lyrics

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