"I’m going crazy I don’t know what I should do
I try dipping but you stick to me like glue
Try to listen but all they keep coming
Im going crazy, going crazy, going crazy im going crazy-

Who an opp? Why an opp?
Tell these kids just be screwing off
Like the lid on a fruity pop
Conspiracy and judgment on me like the Q’Anon

I que, just not to associate
On my world which you walk I give no legs
While you think that you live in pain
I watch my friends dip and get with gangs

From the 9 to the 10 to the 11 to the 12
East side kids, living on the highest shelf
Think they special when they’re like everyone else
Drugs and first world issues are all they ever dealt with

With, coming from the west, I know the goddamn truth
Survival by the vest when someone tries to shoot
You rifle your words against a man bulletproof
Un-phased I am when you try to pull a coup so-

I’m going crazy I don’t know what I should do
I try dipping but you stick to me like glue
Try to listen but all they keep coming
Im going crazy, going crazy, going crazy im going crazy-


I’m going crazy, utterly insane
It’s like everyone’s uttering my name
Something feels funny in my brain
Loose screws and nuts troubling again

It’s the D.O.C As a P.O.C (Facts(
Mitigation I see no need (yeah)
Reconciliation, I be smoking
Case closed on you, lowly’s

I speak no different to the opps before
I be no different to those who got the floor
Be safe when I go drop your door
You’re big talk, no acts. Yeah… of course.

Everyone Got no, life like uh oh, gotta act cut throat, good times they’re stuck though, so they swear like “Fuck no” and I look at them like fuck no.
I’m going crazy I don’t know what I should do
I try dipping but you stick to me like glue
Try to listen but all they keep coming
Im going crazy, going crazy, going crazy im going crazy-"