[Chorus: DizzyEight]
I'm running on the edge
I'm losing my head
I'm praying I don't fall
If I slip up, I end up dead
Got me on the edge
I'm trapped in my head
Whispers in my head, they don't let me get no rest
I might lose my mind today
I don't wanna talk, don't wanna conversate
I been out here running tryna find a way
He say he want a problem, I got time today

[Verse 1: BlvkDivmonds]
Down for the sickness
Down with the clique that get you downed with a quickness
Drowned in the lit-ness
Shots gon' ring, running town when I hit shit
Lace on the gown when my broad send a tit pic
New tech chips gon' all get us lifted
Red eye, killer with a augmented vision
I ain't met one on par in a minute
These shards in his arms when I spark with the Smiffin
Watch close who you keep in your company
Most switch sides, that never ends subtly
N***as tweaking off the tech and I'm loving it
Weak steady running from the pain, and I'm stuck with it
Won't take an L 'less it's sparked with a new bic
Diamonds all black, these stones isn't cubic
She see the bills and turn to a nudist
They tuned down, we tuned to the music
Proof is a cue tip
Way that we slide in your ear, hearing clear how we run and we move shit
Never mind pride, when I slide with a "Who's this?"
Upper crust die just to hide what the truth is
Then call it justice
We call it fuck you and fuck this
Right to bear arms and I'm clutching
Can't no one cross where I'm headed
They go against me it's not ending pleasant
Blood on my weapon
[Chorus: DizzyEight]
I'm running on the edge
I'm losing my head
I'm praying I don't fall
If I slip up, I end up dead
Got me on the edge
I'm trapped in my head
Whispers in my head, they don't let me get no rest
I might lose my mind today
I don't wanna talk, don't wanna conversate
I been out here running tryna find a way
He say he want a problem, I got time today

[Verse 2: DizzyEight]
I got time for the nonsense and in the city I'm living, ain't no time for a conscience
Belly of the beast, I was thrown in the moshpit
I could never run from the conflict
So now I'm a pro with the tech no computers, me and my Choombas all set they all shooters
Respect when you step to the set or get skewered
Come correct or we direct the set to step right through you
'Cause I gotta grind for my Eddies
I remember I ain't have food in my belly, and momma was working so I could be better
A burden that lead to her to dance with the devil
Her dream was to see me make it out the ghetto
It's funny I did it by slinging this metal
It's funny you always said that I was special
I know that you looking down at me from heaven
Just watching as time ticking, I realize that I'm tripping
I straddle that fine line and feeling like I'm slipping
My mind is what I'm gripping
I'm feeling like I'm different
I'm passing up my limits
This part of the divine mission, or maybe I'm blind missing my purpose
I don't even know if it's worth it
Look at my life, it never was perfect
Pray to God I don't get what I deserve, 'cause I earned it
I'm feeling like
[Chorus: DizzyEight]
I'm running on the edge
I'm losing my head
I'm praying I don't fall
If I slip up, I end up dead
Got me on the edge
I'm trapped in my head
Whispers in my head, they don't let me get no rest
I might lose my mind today
I don't wanna talk, don't wanna conversate
I been out here running tryna find a way
He say he want a problem, I got time today