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[Refrain] I feel like I'm going crazy, love me or hate me Who's gonna save me from myself? When I feel like there's no one else When it feels like there's no one left To keep my feet on the ground Going, going crazy Feel like I'm going crazy Cause I'm happy now, but I'm crashing down Who's gonna save me from myself? To keep my feet on the ground I'm a vigilante, I do some shit if a nigga dare me I got no friends and even less that I consider, fail me My attitude is fuck em, I buck em if they come close to me Now use cold up in this nigga, its' a just a toast of me I watched first 48, feionic used in court It's hardly ever the killers, some snitches always in forth And we was taught not to talk, soon after we learn to walk Your talent tell on your sister, your ass is getting the ... And for ass whipping, we slipping, raising our kids different And try to tell these niggas but why the fuck won't they listen? It's a lot of poetical prowess in my position But it's seems like the riches and bitches blinding they vision So fuck them and fuck whoever don't understand I'm a man, a man with the covers to take a stand SongtexteI might run in the precinct with a gage in my hand Be front page with a grenade in my hand [Refrain] You sit with the angels, you don't look at life from a perpendicular angle Fucking with these strangers will get you strangled I mangle amongst the murderers, rub amongst the dealers And real niggas laughing, cause y all... I might option to just go back to the old giddy When I was roam in the city with that chrome 4 fitty So pretty, pearl handed, the blickidy blick blicky It used to come so in handy, when situations got sticky I'm picky and I don't like this new generation of rap And I am hating the fact, hate the fact that it's whack Slap, deliver shit at everybody come back My niggas ready for war, y all only ready to rap I'm an old head, that probably used to beat up your biological Back when they had the whiz and the...diabolical But now I'm ready to do it, it's me against everything Pain is love motherfucker, hit ... [Refrain] I don't think I understand, how real it is out here You know what I'm saying? You believe these low rappers, they talking bout this glamorous lifestyle But in the streets it's still real, it's still real in the streets They don't got Bugattis and Lambos and Murcis They don't got that, they got hoopies They still out there shooting and killing Over ...let's get real man, fuck it! [Refrain] Aus Songtexte Mania