Z-Ro, Miss Dameanor - Will I Go Crazy lyrics

My mind just goes off and wonders
Cause it ain't stable see I be fantasizing
Bout putting food on the table
Cause in the ghetto my hood
Prison is promised to us
Some of us let jail teach us
Some let college do it
They think I'm nothing
Cause I don't get up and get a job
But, I be trying the only thing I get
Is getting hard
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
Holla if you hear me and you with me now
Got my life right with God
You hatas come and get me now, fifty rounds
Is what I'mma be spraying
That's on my mama God rest her soul
Nigga picture me playing
Foes gon read and deed follow my lead
When I'm sober I can't focus
Pass that weed to me
And dedications all day long
Seem like when I'm going
Through it my partnas stay gone
But it's all gravy baby
Cause, I want you to hate me
Calico gon stay off safety
Murder motherfuckers, if they make me

Will I go crazy, I don't know
The pain is fucking with me lately
But it don't show
I can't let it faze me, cause, I can't stop
I'm more than just a ghetto baby
Cause I'mma reach the top

Like Pac, i'll be the last motherfucker
In this bitch freezing
And feel me money over niggas
Be my pledge of allegiance
Whether I sang or I heat you
I'mma wait till I'm sinking
No dirt inside my credentials
Bitches gon have they own reasons
This how we up in the game
I'm bout my paper fuck fame
The last day you gon see
We roll down feeling shame
This how the lessons gangstafied
Paper chasing since youth
Bet not go squabbling for respect
To see who got the most juice
I been a witness to the struggle
Days and spots have been missed
The devil huffing like a wolf
That's why I'm building with bricks
I seen and heard plenty shit
From ghetto baby to woman
Its either keep your head above the water
Or get swept under
Been a guerilla in the midst
This matching soldier be marching
Now valet and curb service
More sauce for handicap parking
When more days get brighter
My tribulations get lighter
More shalant about my life
Now I'm a Southern street fighter

Don't be telling me bout no riff raff
I'm busta-free all about my wealthy
Don't need nobody to fuck with me
I'mma keep my twelve gauge
The only company I need
Can't forget about hydro
And a pint of codeine
Flipping to Austin from Houston
On a mission to make feddy
Either stop fucking with some of my people
Cause they wasn't ready
But the whole wide world
It's just me and my dreams
And anybody roll Glock
Is gon be seeing my beam

Went from dirt packs to platinum
Watch the jealous one hating
To see who's real from the fake
And thank the Lord what I make
Hard times brought tears, misery if you last
Realize I wasn't gon be shit
If I didn't get off my ass
For the ones who was there
Anticipated my fall
I cry still on death field
But I can ball and stood tall
Now Miss Dameanor live lavage
Went from broke to hood rich
Plan to live to the fullest
Then I'm up outta this bitch