Feet On The Ground

[Refrain]
I feel like I'm going crazy, love me or hate me
Who's gonna save me from myself?
When I feel like there's no one else
When it feels like there's no one left
To keep my feet on the ground
Going, going crazy
Feel like I'm going crazy
Cause I'm happy now, but I'm crashing down
Who's gonna save me from myself?
To keep my feet on the ground

I'm a vigilante, I do some shit if a nigga dare me
I got no friends and even less that I consider, fail me
My attitude is fuck em, I buck em if they come close to me
Now use cold up in this nigga, its' a just a toast of me
I watched first 48, feionic used in court
It's hardly ever the killers, some snitches always in forth
And we was taught not to talk, soon after we learn to walk
Your talent tell on your sister, your ass is getting the ...
And for ass whipping, we slipping, raising our kids different
And try to tell these niggas but why the fuck won't they listen?
It's a lot of poetical prowess in my position
But it's seems like the riches and bitches blinding they vision
So fuck them and fuck whoever don't understand
I'm a man, a man with the covers to take a stand
I might run in the precinct with a gage in my hand
Be front page with a grenade in my hand

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You sit with the angels, you don't look at life from a perpendicular angle
Fucking with these strangers will get you strangled
I mangle amongst the murderers, rub amongst the dealers
And real niggas laughing, cause y all...
I might option to just go back to the old giddy
When I was roam in the city with that chrome 4 fitty
So pretty, pearl handed, the blickidy blick blicky
It used to come so in handy, when situations got sticky
I'm picky and I don't like this new generation of rap
And I am hating the fact, hate the fact that it's whack
Slap, deliver shit at everybody come back
My niggas ready for war, y all only ready to rap
I'm an old head, that probably used to beat up your biological
Back when they had the whiz and the...diabolical
But now I'm ready to do it, it's me against everything
Pain is love motherfucker, hit ...

[Refrain]

I don't think I understand, how real it is out here
You know what I'm saying?
You believe these low rappers, they talking bout this glamorous lifestyle
But in the streets it's still real, it's still real in the streets
They don't got Bugattis and Lambos and Murcis
They don't got that, they got hoopies
They still out there shooting and killing
Over ...let's get real man, fuck it!

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