Stir Crazy - Starlito, Killa Kyleon, Don Trip

Yeah, I woke up this morning, oh how fortunate

I worked too hard to make it out the bottom, I can’t let you force me back

Try my damndest to listen to y’all, but there’s gotta be more to rap

I mean I hear half the shit you niggas spit, but I can’t find a fact

Silly me to have faith in you

I must admit, you had me fooled

I thought niggas really meant the shit that they say

I obviously had no clue

Here I am faced with a fan with some sort of attitude

Pissed at me 'cause I don’t agree with pictures at my daughter’s school

Back in 2010, a car full of fans decided they’d follow me home

Very next day, I went and put two percent tints on everything I own

I had my son and my niece in the car, I had that Carbon-15 in the car

I’m 'bout to let that bitch burn if they take the next turn, don’t know who the

fuck these people are

I don’t know what the fuck they think this is

Think they gon' do me in front of my kid

I was straight paranoid out of my mind

I was gon' bust and let nobody live

I was gon' clear that bitch out

See where I’m from you don’t let 'em get the drop on you

I was gon' shoot 'til I peeped they was throwin' up E’s and playing my shit

from YouTube

You know a bullet ain’t got no name

And nowadays niggas don’t fear that chrome

I think them niggas never had to hear that song

Devin said gangsters don’t live that long

Their attitude like they got a lot to prove

Not much to gain but a lot to lose

In the hood their diplomas getting swapped for tools

Now all I see is death when I watch the news

Cops killing niggas unarmed, no motive

Locking niggas up just to meet their quota

Everybody high, ain’t no more sober

Pop pills, snort pot, and codeine their soda

Revelation last days, man it’s almost over

Niggas dressing like women, purse on they shoulder

Streets got a lot hotter, niggas' heart got colder

Got to keep the grass low so I can watch them cobras

The good die young, barely out their strollers

Babies having babies like y’all ain’t notice

Short attention span so y’all ain’t focused

The new generation looks so damn hopeless

Girls wanna be hoes, ain’t no more Oprahs

Now the game over, ain’t no more token

Signs of the times, man that’s what woke us

We don’t stick together man, that’s what broke us

Niggas hate niggas like they in the Klan

I guess Usher ain’t the only nigga got it bad

Only way a nigga listen 'less you got a bag

Fellas can’t get a job 'cause he got a pass

Niggas living on the Gram like he paying rent

Fronting for an app, man they gotta brag

Message got her self-conscious 'bout the way she look

Now she flying out the country just to get her ass

I swear this world so

Crazy, ain’t it man

I was just thinking the same thing

These niggas think selling dope is cool

We did that shit just to maintain

And we didn’t take pictures, the game changed

Do it for the Gram my nigga

That’s between you and Uncle Sam my nigga

Got a plug, you the man, well the whole time you payin' my nigga

Might as well stamp that, vouched for you so many times

Who you think they ran it by nigga?

Had a lot of love for you, right now none at all

Really I been planning how to kill you with kindness

Just want to remind you I’m grinding

When shit don’t go right I just blame it on timing

When you don’t get your way it’s Jermaine every time

I’ma give you what I owe you, pay you no mind

Invoices all in my inbox

And I’m hearing voices every time the call drop

They done run a nigga hot with the small talk

'Bout to get another spot 'fore the ball drop

You don’t find out how they feel 'til you fall out

I was tryna keep it real, that’s what you thought about me?

I can do better by myself, I’m better off without you

Comments in my mentions, I continue counting

Y’all wanna hear something crazy?

I love every nigga that hate me

I thank everyone that betrayed me

Did I forgive 'em?

maybe

I feel a lil better ever since I scribbled this shit on this paper

Fuck it, I’m fresh out of favors

Fuck this shit Kevin, just save it (GhettOut)

That’s all, that’s my job, huh, that’s my job

And I usually don’t hear it with people

'Cause like I told you before

My mama hear the shit I be sayin', she call the police on me, huh

And so that’s what I’m telling you now