"Go Krazy" lyrics
Real street nigga, over East nigga
Herbo when you left them trenches, heard you took a piece with ya
It ain't been no peace, they ain't been to sleep
Got 'em feeling 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 ya gang, like it's ten of me
Trust my intuition and my brain, know they finnicky
Now I'm straight forever, I'm just making sure my niggas eat
Remember me
I had all the patience, but I'm still demanding
I can't wait on shit but paper
Niggas just was standing, me, I took it, I'm a taker
I be feeling basic when I'm landing on commercial
Buying a plane to boost my branding
Left them trenches, I couldn't stand it
I kept ending up in bookings for that shit with come with lasers
Plus my chain was sixty grand
And I was dolo with my .40
I ain't have nowhere to hand it off
'Cept this one time with my mans, us and the opps was standing off
Pressure landed on my back, I caught that shit and ran it off
Coincidence, my momma call 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 'em go crazy
I grew up around madness, so 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
I'm still working like a bitch, still forget I'm hella rich
Pop out feeling like the shit, looking, smelling like a lick
On the internet, they jealous, they can tell I'm hella lit
Accusations, hoping I explain, I don't tell 'em shit
You can't hop up in my shoes fool, they'll never fit
I'm in several whips, mind's playing tricks, think I'm selling bricks
Taking pics, don't ask me 'bout rapping, that's irrelevant
Went the hard way, independent, now I'm going crazy
Fans wanna know my business, got 'em going crazy
In them trenches 'cause I love my block
Love my Glock, hollows pop out, hug my opps
And she love the way my chains hang, hug my rocks
Real gangster, used to gangbang, so did my pops
Wrist real, look like it's custom made, word to my clock
I'll never ever fall and that's word from the top, G Herbo
Herbo when you left them trenches, heard you took a piece with ya
It ain't been no peace, they ain't been to sleep
Got 'em feeling 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 ya gang, like it's ten of me
Trust my intuition and my brain, know they finnicky
Now I'm straight forever, I'm just making sure my niggas eat
Remember me
I had all the patience, but I'm still demanding
I can't wait on shit but paper
Niggas just was standing, me, I took it, I'm a taker
I be feeling basic when I'm landing on commercial
Buying a plane to boost my branding
Left them trenches, I couldn't stand it
I kept ending up in bookings for that shit with come with lasers
Plus my chain was sixty grand
And I was dolo with my .40
I ain't have nowhere to hand it off
'Cept this one time with my mans, us and the opps was standing off
Pressure landed on my back, I caught that shit and ran it off
Coincidence, my momma call 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 'em go crazy
I grew up around madness, so 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
I'm still working like a bitch, still forget I'm hella rich
Pop out feeling like the shit, looking, smelling like a lick
On the internet, they jealous, they can tell I'm hella lit
Accusations, hoping I explain, I don't tell 'em shit
You can't hop up in my shoes fool, they'll never fit
I'm in several whips, mind's playing tricks, think I'm selling bricks
Taking pics, don't ask me 'bout rapping, that's irrelevant
Went the hard way, independent, now I'm going crazy
Fans wanna know my business, got 'em going crazy
In them trenches 'cause I love my block
Love my Glock, hollows pop out, hug my opps
And she love the way my chains hang, hug my rocks
Real gangster, used to gangbang, so did my pops
Wrist real, look like it's custom made, word to my clock
I'll never ever fall and that's word from the top, G Herbo
Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, Daniel Anthony Ivy
