Go Krazy

I don't even nap, I woke up to this (Big Oz, on the keyboard and shit) (Chase Davis on the beat, yeah) No bap, let's get it Ayy Real street nigga, Over East nigga (Over East) "Herbo, when you left them trenches, heard you took a piece with you" (I did) It ain't been no peace (uh), they ain't been to sleep (they ain't been to sleep) Got them feelin' heat, hold a glizzy in his fleece I know where I came from, can't change who I'm finna be Still a do my thang on your gang, like it's ten of me (spazz out) Trust my intuition and my brain, know they finicky Now I'm straight forever, I'm just makin' sure my niggas eat Remember me (rememember), I had all the patience But I'm still demanding, I can't wait on shit but paper (ayy) Niggas just withstanding me, I took it, I'm a taker (yeah) I be feelin' basic when I'm landin' on commercial Buyin' a plane to boost my brand, left them trenches I couldn't stand it (you know that) I kept endin' up in bookings for the shit that come with lasers Plus my chain was sixty grand, and I was dolo with my 4-0 I ain't had no where to hand it off Except this one time when my mans, us and the opps was standin' off (brrt) 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 nigga 'round my way, I made them go crazy I grew up around madness, so I know crazy (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 (yeah) I'm still workin' like a bitch, still forget I'm hella rich Pop out feelin' like the shit, lookin', smellin' like a lick (like a lick) On the internet they jealous, they can tell I'm hella lit (yeah) Accusations, hoping I explain, I don't tell them shit (f*ck 'em) You can't hop up in my shoes, fool, they'll never fit I'm in several whips Minds playin' tricks, think I'm sellin' bricks Takin' pics, don't ask me 'bout rappin', that's irrelevant Went the hard way, independent, now I'm goin' crazy (goin' cray) Fans wanna know my business, got 'em goin' crazy In them trenches 'cause I love my block Love my Glock, hollows pop out, hug my opps (bah) 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 never ever fall, and that's word from the top G Herbo