Jaron Ikner - Crazy Lyrics

Insanity
Trying to be the man that I be
Can you understand what I see
Standing in this kitchen trying to handle the heat
Burning the candles to read
Every single day I'm the man of the week
Never was fan of defeat
Damn... demands of the streets
No hands from the week
So I gotta stand for my team
Watch em get tan from the heat
Watch mad at the beats
Gotta put the brand on the beam
Never put my hand on the lean
Never sand to a beach
Never was man that would preach
Just a man that would speak
Do what I can with the reach
Moving the hands to the beat
Proving I am what you see

They say I'm going crazy crazy crazy
I'm losing my mind
They Say I'm going Crazy Crazy Crazy
I'm trying to survive

My chick on my waist like a glock
She getting paper in stocks

I'm getting paid by the block
I spend like 8 on a clock
Coke on the face of the watch
Spoke to the ancients a lot
So all of this game I get taught
I reconvey it as thought


I put the game in knot
Mama I made it I'm hot



You gotta bounce
I gotta house

You got a bitch
Homie
I gotta spouse

I got my ends all divided in 4 's
You just jumped off I done bout me a porch

I see the come up I put in the work
I made a living off going to work

We went from flexin our fits on the curb
To lookin at life from the view of a bird

I did it all in a matter of a minutes
The faster you get it the faster you spend it
The longer you save it the fatter you get it
The the fatter you get it the badder yo bitches
No rest for the wicked get slept on suspicion
Break down the rock that's melecular fission
Break bread with the potnas who test your ambition

Invest in yo people be blessed in your business
You slept on the vision I slept in the whip
It's the difference between us I'm blessed and I'm gifted
I beg for forgiveness and stack up them racks for my mama my shorty my children
They know that I love them I chased a position

I learned it from willie,
You rap dudes is silly
Measuring dicks over bars but ain't got a car, what the f*ck is you talking bout Willis



I had a ounce I turned it into a pound
Shoe box savings account

I used to count, all of them 20s and smile
Now it's nothing but Ben Franklin frowns

I put it down, I pick it up
I'm giving back to the people I love
I'm getting back to the streets where I'm from
Y'all gone be crowning me king when it's done

It's crazy