[Intro]
You did good, Fox
Fuck your shit, let me communicate
Don’t wanna run in the dark, all of these faces are fake
I keep my eyes dilated, tryna find my way in this place
Just in case I wanna change direction
Fuck your shit, let me communicate
Don’t wanna run in the dark, all of these faces are fake
I keep my eyes dilated, tryna find my way in this place
Just in case I wanna change direction

[Verse 1]
I might lose composure
Fuck that man, I move like a soldier
Wrist swing with a ching like a rotar
It’s over when I’m on that roadrunner
Like, nobody wants your opinion
You just poppеd up in chat like a boner
Sit down, you a bitch, you my minion
You in my yard, now I’m the ownеr, I’m the owner, yeah
Not my darg but I’ll keep it casual
Fuck that shit, come equipped with tactical
I don’t like no bitch in my retinal
Got no time for them man, they uninvestable

[Chorus]
Yeah, my shit too brazy
Yeah, my shit too brazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my shit too brazy
Yeah, my shit too brazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my shit too brazy
You might call me crazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my shit too brazy
You might call me crazy, yeah, yeah
[Post-Chorus]
Fuck your shit, let me communicate
Don’t wanna run in the dark, all of these faces are fake
I keep my eyes dilated, tryna find my way in this place
Just in case I wanna change direction

[Verse 2]
You don’t know t- this pain, I’ve got these scars l- left upon my veins
My w- way ain’t for the faint heart, lay down dead, that’s what you deserve
Talk about 5 figure, I do not give a shit if it ain’t bigger
If you a little bitch, I'mma itch and twitch not to hit that switch so you get triggered
I hit a little lick with the gang, yeah, that plan was to bang that man with a brick to the dirt but the fam was around so I blessed it quick with the prick, too quick not to get concerned, I
Really wanna see man burn, ash
Put your whole gang in a urn, bosh
You might call me a bad lad, fact
But the mandem say Josh, Jaws
Say you too smooth with the dosh, rush
Gonna runna circle round you, clocked
That you fucked up in the booth, now
You can get hit with the block

[Chorus]
Yeah, my shit too brazy
Yeah, my shit too brazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my shit too brazy
Yeah, my shit too brazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my shit too brazy
You might call me crazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my shit too brazy
You might call me crazy, yeah, yeah
[Post-Chorus]
Fuck your shit, let me communicate
Don’t wanna run in the dark, all of these faces are fake
I keep my eyes dilated, tryna find my way in this place
Just in case I wanna change direction