Y'all blindin' my greatness, I showed you the real

Y'all sided with fakeness, all time and you atheists

'Cause y'all forgot it's God's timing

All diamond and bracelet, without you chart climbin' Satanists (Fuck y'all)

I'm still getting my doggie on, my Brooklyn bro get his gully on Mean Scully on, money's my funny bone

I'm outside of the publishing, no telling what we on

I remember Jay saying truthfully he'd beat Common

But dropping albums like Common's Be should be common, that's deep homage

The Benz I'm in, it's almond

The same color as Almond Rock 'cause I'm a street shaman

King Dominic, walking out of one of those casinos

Smiling, hundred rows of c-notes, where I'm from is violent

Long stems out of shooter's funeral, that's the only Guns N' Roses we know

Y'all **** wildin', I'm in this life to better myself

Bumpin' Pac's "So Many Tears" till I shudder myself

I thought the cheddar could help, love money instead of my health

Fuck the cheddar forever, put health ahead of my wealth (Real)

I still get green but shit be secondary (On my Mama)

I'm reaching my dreams by any necessary (On my Mama)

The love I get from the family is legendary

You're all I ever need, word to Metha Mary, yeah

This shit is crazy, Thorazine

Enough of all that fake-ass shit, let the thorough seem

This a block theme, set theme, borough theme

We made something beautiful out of a horror scene

Yeah, this shit is crazy, Thorazine

So many thoughts in my head, sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy

From the past to what's happening lately up to the maybes of the future

I'm used to my wheels always turning, no days off, Ferris Bueller

I maneuver with a smile, but the manure is getting wild

My forty-something-year-old self dealing with things I blew through as a child

Bury friends, shot guns, sold drugs, dealt with fiends

Rob stores, fuck whores, this all before seventeen, what a horror scene

Why that good boy get exposed to all them horrid things?

A straight-A student, but Ray Ray's shootin', that day-day hoopty

So I'm duckin' 'cause a spray ain't choosin'

You fall, you better get your butt up, Shanaynay booty

Y'all wonder why I got anxiety, I'm quietly fighting demons

Got me not wanna coincide with society 'cause this

Fight in my mind, it got me tired entirely

But the fire in Crooked eyes shines a light that inspires me

Tip a visor to my guy, he gets high off sobriety, man

Liquor retirement is highly unlikely for somebody like me

I need the numbin', y'all keep 'em comin'

This Schnapps sweet must be peach or somethin'

Baby, this beach is stunnin'

Meet you someone, get money, and don't be high-key

If I wasn't rapping, I wouldn't have a IG

Just had a burger and drink from my favorite Japanese spot

And jumped on my Kawasaki

Man, y'all ain't get that

This shit is crazy, Thorazine

Enough of all that fake-ass shit, let the thorough seem

This a block theme, set theme, borough theme

We made something beautiful out of a horror scene

Yeah, this shit is crazy, Thorazine