Crazy (remix) Lyrics - Kevin Gates

Come up through the struggle not too many get to tell 

Got up and shook it off every time we ever failed 

(Why do we fall? So we can learn how to pick ourselves back up) 

Transportation make you happy when your life's a living hell 

Sirens jump behind us, praying we don't go to jail 

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Window skimp, two attempts, handing bands over 

Seeko hit, shot and missed 2 then stand over him 

Bread Winner, huh? Look who in the building 

Let me check my Instagram I might be at a million 

Pissed on, you out ya mind, I'm out mine 

Better not flinch wrong 

I'm on my grind, rock supplying like the Flintstones 

Reputation on the line and the clips long 

They 9 to 5, slangin' nine you get blitzed on (Bitch I want the only driver, Luca Brasi) 

Bitch I'm papered up 

Diamonds glistening, rocking feelings, I ain't tapered up 

Get on your shit, get out your feelings, hatin' fake as fuck 

Some feel I'm trippin' how I'm livin' I can't change it up 

I'm a praying mane droppin' change case spray shit up! 

Might just be me I'm in the strippers ain't no breaking up 

She talking reckless, bitch whatever phone I'm hanging up 

Dick so good can't seem to keep this bitch away from us 

And me and Nook will fuck your bitch she wasn't made to love 

Phone ringing while in a meeting that's my dog calling 

Won't point a finger, give an order and they all stalking 

Speech muted, pressing pause no longer hearing voices 

Became a boss, couple cars I got steering choices 

Said I was crazy, wasn't goin be shit back in elementary 

Bitches on my dick, fresh steppin out McKinley 

Hoop dreams never had em, tryna to fetch a chicken 

Say its gangsta, there go Lump hanging out the window 

Trying to rob me I got shot, two weeks he expired 

Nigga burnt ya truck, what up? Ain't nobody die 

Lil bright nigga came thru spitting, wasn't no dumping back 

D Dub got off,then got ripped up, you ain't fuck with that 

We on our knees praying daily God brung him back 

Putting cookies in my daddy head, a fuckin rat 

My daddy don't wanna sell me nun, Nook done brung the pack 

Bone turned me up (??) 

Stroke got hit while he was with me now we clutching bad 

And we riding round the bottom with a bunch of strap 

Mane we pull up on Buck, ya heard me 

Me and Stroke in the car, ya heard me 

I got the MAC-11 with the whisper thing on that bitch 

You call my phone talking bout, "Mane what you doin' out?" 

I say, "Mane God got me, my nuts hanging to the floor" 

You was on speaker phone, Buck was right there on side me ya heard me 

Bitch ass boy