Crazy - G Herbo

G Herbo, Swervo

Humble beast man, you know I’m just doing me, I can’t complain

A product of my environment, of course I am

Walking with this torch I am

Still smell like gunpowder, straight up off that porch I am

Youngest nigga got up on his grizzy, without force I am

Go and cop that new Ferrari, 700 horse, I am

And I told my big bros, «let me see you run it up»

I don’t give a motherfuck about them if they ain’t one of us

Niggas, they ain’t nothing like us

They wasn’t on that block like us

They don’t tote them Glocks like us

They won’t die for Roc like us

Understanding, overhanded, get that money rubberband it

Count it first before you spend it

I don’t think they comprehend it

Thinking about my big bro Crazy James, he got apprehended

All we know is blocka-blocka-blocka then the coppers had him

Can’t forget my bro Da Roe, I love him like my mama had him

That night we lost Kobe on the 8 block, had that Glock beside him

Can’t forget about them days and nights cause they made me

We survived the trenches, we was crazy

I was lonely, I was hungry, almost drove me crazy

Walked out the house and got right in the streets, that shit was crazy

Bullets flying right in front of me, that shit was crazy

Shooters diving right in front of me, my niggas crazy

Don’t know how but I made at home, shit was crazy

Turned me out then eventually I just start going crazy

When I say I don’t give a fuck they think I’m crazy

Don’t blame me, I’m just a product of what made me

Used to post up on that corner

It was after midnight on a school night

30 clip right on us, Lord I promise, I’m just tryna do right

Tell me how you grew up, this my story, let me hear what you like

Bullet wounds in middle school, he just tryna protect his new bike

Now I did the presidential, I might go Patek with blue light

I might go Ben Frank the Mueller, make it work, curse out the jeweler

Golden links like Rick The Ruler

In your club, might build a room up

Walk outside with sticks and rulers

Pull shit, be so quick to do ya

Anyway, I’ve been straight since a teen, literally

Fuck shit up, walk out tell 'em bill me, Hillary

You starving, we eating over here B

Get a piece

Closed mouths don’t get fed, you a pussy, don’t come near the G

And they say I’m crazy, me I say I’m brazy

Mom, pops, at home, the street life, that’s what raised me

The streets they love me one day and the next I know they hate me

I love what I’ve become, I’m just a product of what made me

I was lonely, I was hungry, almost drove me crazy

Walked out the house and got right in the streets, that shit was crazy

Bullets flying right in front of me, that shit was crazy

Shooters diving right in front of me, my niggas crazy

Don’t know how but I made at home, shit was crazy

Turned me out then eventually I just start going crazy

When I say I don’t give a fuck they think I’m crazy

Don’t blame me, I’m just a product of what made me

Almost drove me crazy

That shit was crazy

That shit was crazy

My niggas crazy

Shit was crazy

I just start going crazy

They think I’m crazy

I’m just a product of what made me