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made me crazy - king iso lyrics

[intro: king iso]
oh sh*t it’s twelve o’clock
sh*t crazier than a motherf*cker
let’s do it

[verse 1: king iso]
step up to dementia on the daily
’cause i be forgetting stuff that i been through and it made me
wanna go pick a pistol up with two n*ggas, sh*t i’m mani’
to the max, i’m zany, my d*ck got b*tches [?]
back then, most didn’t f*ck with me, sh*t be entertaining
when i post a picture up i got b*tches try’na frame me
hitting other b*tches up like “he finna have my baby”
they lying about everything and the system couldn’t tame me
can’t cry, i got better things to do than the b*tching and complaining
education linked to the prison system, i peep with my n*ggas
then since, started banging, my n*gga can you blame me?
you standing with the opps man, you n*ggas really brazy
i’m canvasing your block, i’m finna make a painting
i put it on a ghost or you n*ggas getting swazy
they talking mario and be kicking it with daisy’s
speaking of mario, i been with my nig’ since the 80s
a pistol grip on .380s really locked in and made it
got clips, cinemas [?]
doc says send him off, ’cause mentally i’m draining
i can’t get enough, i’m a k!ller and they trained me
not to give a f*ck about sh*t that really faze me
so much that i’m back tripping on the daily
my kids say i’ll go crazy like eminem and haley
don’t me a menace like any other way
see there’s anywhere from home and still whipping a mercedes
and everybody love me but really probably hate me
and swinging at the air probably hitting all the babies
[?] like a christian couldn’t save me
my daddy left my mom pregnant in the navy
don’t look through my phone i see pictures of your lady
and everything i said is the sh*t that make me crazy
[chorus: king iso]
yeah, that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy
that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy
that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy
that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy
pop, pop, sound of my glock
i go poo, poo, clap, clap (that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy)
pop, pop, sound of my glock
i go poo, poo, clap, clap (that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy)
pop, pop, sound of my glock
i go poo, poo, clap, clap (that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy)
pop, pop, sound of my glock (that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy)
i go poo, poo, clap, clap (that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy)

[verse 2: snake lucci]
fourteen got my first .380
that’s the type of sh*t that make me crazy
you know a n*gga finna blow, no safety
catch ’em in the mall, old navy
i was hitting bank at seventeen, no savings
i could get it to you for the [?]
i went to prison for coke, i felt like they enslaved me
i put in work, i got ranked on in the tank
and stopped the drip, was rocking bricks
was into politics, but i’m anonymous, hot as a lava pit
pop ’em like a [?], probably with an exotic b*tch
pocket watch and designer fits, lot of it counterfeit
i don’t even bother with it, came up in the bottoms
never needed a father figure, streets done made me crazy
i be committed, i was in prison, i was in vision
god i ain’t did it, father forgive us, i made part of the business
i made a lot of decisions, any other opposite should come get your lottery ticket, and it’s god as my witness
my oddest opinion, they squat on the menu
a lot of us vicious, they outta commission
they logic is missing, they got a pot they can p*ss in
they be financial, that’s a final decision
with knowledge i’m gifted, you might get popped in the mission, i’m locked in this issue
you on a chopping block, your block gonna miss you when i c*ck this glock and pop and leave a spot in your temple
[chorus: snake lucci & king iso]
yeah, that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy
that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy
that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy
that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy
pop, pop, sound of my glock
i go poo, poo, clap, clap (that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy)
pop, pop, sound of my glock
i go poo, poo, clap, clap (that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy)
pop, pop, sound of my glock
i go poo, poo, clap, clap (that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy)
pop, pop, sound of my glock (that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy)
i go poo, poo, clap, clap (that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy)

[verse 3: tech n9ne]
what made me crazy? when my elders taught me the holy ghost
waiting from a kid to see it, now i look on my rolly nope
waiting’s like never having a team and i’m at the goalie post
show me hope, when it’s contaminated, you’re polio
what else? mama receiving everything but help
and the welts bled again, medicine be in the belt
you prevailed, heard her temper was short as a elf
a nut i would not trust and no plus for yourself
i don’t need no f*cking apology lady, the body she gave me when i was young
neurology say we are probably crazy, ’cause she was [?]
water me daily, no education policy maybe
i was discombobulated thinking i was in love
what if this one ovulated, biggin’ without a glove?
i’ma drop from populated, [?] and thought you made it
sick when copulated, my d*ck demodulated
i don’t know what the problem is? i really wasn’t fatherless
but n0body coming odd as this, i been psycho
wondering if a god exist, family gave me a lot of scripts
when i discovered a god, i miss my [?]
never could’ve been a [?], the politics abolished it
my n*gga been new to menogin’, a spin cycle
how in the h*ll will i polish it? i gotta get to solice with my friend iso, you are [?] fright foe
wanna grim fight, no? same price though
[chorus: king iso]
that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy
that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy
that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy
that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy
that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy
pop, pop, sound of my glock
i go poo, poo, clap, clap (that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy)
pop, pop, sound of my glock
i go poo, poo, clap, clap (that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy)
pop, pop, sound of my glock
i go poo, poo, clap, clap (that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy)
pop, pop, sound of my glock (that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy)
i go poo, poo, clap, clap (that’s the type of sh*t to make me crazy)

- king iso lyrics

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