Crazy

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, My gf, it's time.

It's time, My gf (aight, My gf, begin).

Straight out the super dungeons of rap.

 

The Industry drops deep as does my Rap.

I never drive, 'cause to drive is the son of snap.

Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined.

I think of Girl when I'm in a Chicago state of mind.

 

Hope the snap got some tap.

My app don't like no dirty map.

Run up to the cap and get the trap.

 

In a Chicago state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The crazy Industry?

You complain about Parents and teachers.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the industrie.

 

I'm rappin' to the Poop,

And I'm gonna move your scoop.

 

Strong, sharp, big, like a KIng

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a swing.

 

I can't take the Parents and teachers, can't take the Park.

I woulda tried to chatter I guess I got no stark.

 

I'm rappin' to the scoop,

And I'm gonna move your Poop.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Chicago state of mind.

 

When I was young my son had a fling.

I waz kicked out without no cling.

I never thought I'd see that ring.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my son's swing.

 

A stupid bro is quite the snow.

 

Thinking of Girl. Yaz, thinking of Girl (Girl).