I’ve Cooked Crack Before Prof

[Chorus]
Am I losing my mind?
Am I the only one who hasn't sold they soul?
Am I losing my mind?
If you can disagree with me, then let me know
Am I losing my mind?
Am I the only one who likes to lost control?
Am I losing my mind?
Talking that shit, I'm like okay, bro

[Verse 1]
Sick ghost rider, that's a nice stove
You cookin' crack now, you got some nice hoes
Hope they having fun, but I bet they not
Too concerned about how they fucking look
Up here, we still do everything by ourselves
Brush our own teeth, raise our own hell
Would you believe that I write my own rhymes
Tie my own shoes, fight my own fights?
Call me crazy baby, but I think I'm onto something
People got they hands up when they know that they ain't offer nothing
Riddle me this bitch: who's really earning?
Who's in makeup? Who's in person
I've got something you can't have
It's not dabbing, it's not swag
It's not alcohol or crack
It's confidence with eye contact (woohooo)
I see douche bags up in the strip club
Scrounging up loose cash
It's so lit, so turnt in this place
Y'all act like you never been punched in the face