[Chorus: Iman Omari & Blu]
Crazy
Lately how the world is, baby (You may)
Have to find a way on your own (Oh)
Oh all that glitters ain't gold (Oh)
You'll always reap what you sow (Oh)
And once you shine, they'll all know (Don't, yo)
[Verse 1: Blu]
A South Central state of mind
Devout Christians and niggas doing time
Where everybody be trying to shine under the Hollywood sign
I been in line ever since I was six
I saw Magic and LL and I just wanted to be rich 'cause we wasn't
We was struggling, I never got anything I wanted as a kid
I would see other kids and get pissed
Like they got mad gifts for Christmas
Yo, how did Santa miss us? It's time to grow up and get bucks
Seen these rappers drive them big trucks pulling up to big cribs
I told my mama that that's how I wanna live
So I picked up a pen and started rapping bout riches
Having dreams about prostituting my image to get bitches
Then I changed it up 'cause I was lame as fuck
And this rapper ate me up
Never that, you only after major bucks, you ain't the same as us
Blu been kicking raps back when kids was kicking snaps
Eatin' grandma's chicken bags in the back
Bout to bust rolling up, thinking up the dopest shit
I just need to get some beats to get my niggas in the streets
And yeah we did, but when I bumped into Exile, I realized
That it's about getting respect and not the checks
Now I checked out a bunch of shit I slept on and kept makin' songs
Hoping one day I would catch on, then I wrote my best songs
Expressing the truth about my adolescence
That's when blessings start falling from the heavens like
Crazy
Lately how the world is, baby (You may)
Have to find a way on your own (Oh)
Oh all that glitters ain't gold (Oh)
You'll always reap what you sow (Oh)
And once you shine, they'll all know (Don't, yo)
[Verse 1: Blu]
A South Central state of mind
Devout Christians and niggas doing time
Where everybody be trying to shine under the Hollywood sign
I been in line ever since I was six
I saw Magic and LL and I just wanted to be rich 'cause we wasn't
We was struggling, I never got anything I wanted as a kid
I would see other kids and get pissed
Like they got mad gifts for Christmas
Yo, how did Santa miss us? It's time to grow up and get bucks
Seen these rappers drive them big trucks pulling up to big cribs
I told my mama that that's how I wanna live
So I picked up a pen and started rapping bout riches
Having dreams about prostituting my image to get bitches
Then I changed it up 'cause I was lame as fuck
And this rapper ate me up
Never that, you only after major bucks, you ain't the same as us
Blu been kicking raps back when kids was kicking snaps
Eatin' grandma's chicken bags in the back
Bout to bust rolling up, thinking up the dopest shit
I just need to get some beats to get my niggas in the streets
And yeah we did, but when I bumped into Exile, I realized
That it's about getting respect and not the checks
Now I checked out a bunch of shit I slept on and kept makin' songs
Hoping one day I would catch on, then I wrote my best songs
Expressing the truth about my adolescence
That's when blessings start falling from the heavens like
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