Crazy

[Verse 1]
American Psycho with my business card
Hypebeast nigga, where the Vetements are
This veteran is scarred
The venomous are
The ones around
Who run around
And run they mouth like
How they sound?
They sound like all the other posers
Posted in Minnesota
Got a camp cap and Lacroix soda
Mom and Daddy bought it
But they think they colder
They listen to pop and they call they Sprite soda
But I’m like Yoda talkin backwards
Real ass nigga, I am. No actor
So if that the factor?
I'm-a live faster
All of my collars is Polo
And all of my dollars is linked to my debit card
You mad at me when they set the bar
Patrick Bate- style, might not make it
Tom Cruise fake smile
While I make this
Money, dinero, the mula
The only thing matter
Is who I
Get the next dollar from
Flip it and I gotta run
Like

[Hook]
I just wanna eat, gotta sleep, wanna see
Every beach, with a key to the Benz
I just wanna feel on a freak in the sheets every week we could all be friends but

You might think I'm crazy (x4)

I don’t wanna see no police, wanna see no streets, no never again
I just wanna eat, gotta sleep, wanna see
Every beach, with a key to the Benz, but

You might think I'm crazy (x4)

[Verse 2]
American greed, designer clothes
Flat Tummy Tea, designer hoes
Designer goals, with future flows
Few have sold
I’ve been told
If I get bold
I can make anything in the world go gold
Best city in the world gotta be the 'Go
So I go
Get the weed, blow that
Got a bitch, blow her back
Didn’t wanna sell pack
But I sold that
But I know that
Gotta grow that
Legal tender
God we trust
Wall Street nigga
With a bear and a bull bust
Every last one of these motherfuckers owe us
Know us been the focus
Generations
Make waves and they take it
Take it back
Nigga, that’s facts
How you like that?
You ain’t like that
You don’t like a nigga talkin real like that
You don't know a nigga in the field like that
With a flee ass track, well I’m Sey that’s that
Facts

[Hook]