Stir Crazy Lyrics - Killa Kyleon

Yeah, I woke up this morning, oh how fortunate 

I worked too hard to make it out the bottom 

I can't let you force me back 

Try my damndest to listen to y'all, but there's gotta be more to rap 

I mean I hear half the shit you niggas spit, 

But I can't find a fact 

Silly me to have faith in you 

I must admit, you had me fooled 

I thought niggas really meant the shit that they say 

I obviously had no clue 

Here I am faced with a fan with some sort of attitude 

Pissed at me 'cause I don't agree with pictures at my daughter's school 

Back in 2010, a car full of fans decided they'd follow me home 

Very next day, I went and put two percent tints on everything I own 

I had my son and my niece in the car, I had that Carbon-15 in the car 

I'm 'bout to let that bitch burn if they take the next turn, 

Don't know who the fuck these people are 

I don't know what the fuck they think this is 

Think they gon' do me in front of my kid 

I was straight paranoid out of my mind 

I was gon' bust and let nobody live 

I was gon' clear that bitch out 

See where I'm from you don't let 'em get the drop on you 

I was gon' shoot 'til I peeped they was throwin' up E's and playing my shit from YouTube 

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You know a bullet ain't got no name 

And nowadays niggas don't fear that chrome 

I think them niggas never had to hear that song 

Devin said gangsters don't live that long 

Their attitude like they got a lot to prove 

Not much to gain but a lot to lose 

In the hood their diplomas getting swapped for tools 

Now all I see is death when I watch the news 

Cops killing niggas unarmed, no motive 

Locking niggas up just to meet their quota 

Everybody high, ain't no more sober 

Pop pills, snort pot, and codeine their soda 

Revelation last days, man it's almost over 

Niggas dressing like women, purse on they shoulder 

Streets got a lot hotter, niggas' heart got colder 

Got to keep the grass low so I can watch them cobras 

The good die young, barely out their strollers 

Babies having babies like y'all ain't notice 

Short attention span so y'all ain't focused 

The new generation looks so damn hopeless 

Girls wanna be hoes, ain't no more Oprahs 

Now the game over, ain't no more token 

Signs of the times, man that's what woke us 

We don't stick together man, that's what broke us 

Niggas hate niggas like they in the Klan 

I guess Usher ain't the only nigga got it bad 

Only way a nigga listen 'less you got a bag 

Fellas can't get a job 'cause he got a pass 

Niggas living on the Gram like he paying rent 

Fronting for an app, man they gotta brag 

Message got her self-conscious 'bout the way she look 

Now she flying out the country just to get her ass 

I swear this world so 

Photos 

Crazy, ain't it man 

I was just thinking the same thing 

These niggas think selling dope is cool 

We did that shit just to maintain 

And we didn't take pictures, the game changed 

Do it for the Gram my nigga 

That's between you and Uncle Sam my nigga 

Got a plug, you the man, well the whole time you payin' my nigga 

Might as well stamp that, vouched for you so many times 

Who you think they ran it by nigga? 

Had a lot of love for you, right now none at all 

Really I been planning how to kill you with kindness 

Just want to remind you I'm grinding 

When shit don't go right I just blame it on timing 

When you don't get your way it's Jermaine every time 

I'ma give you what I owe you, pay you no mind 

Invoices all in my inbox 

And I'm hearing voices every time the call drop 

They done run a nigga hot with the small talk 

'Bout to get another spot 'fore the ball drop 

You don't find out how they feel 'til you fall out 

I was tryna keep it real, that's what you thought about me? 

I can do better by myself, I'm better off without you 

Comments in my mentions, I continue counting 

Y'all wanna hear something crazy? I love every nigga that hate me 

I thank everyone that betrayed me 

Did I forgive 'em? maybe 

I feel a lil better ever since I scribbled this shit on this paper 

Fuck it, I'm fresh out of favors 

Fuck this shit Kevin, just save it (GhettOut) 

That's all, that's my job, huh, that's my job 

And I usually don't hear it with people 

'Cause like I told you before 

My mama hear the shit I be sayin', she call the police on me, huh 

And so that's what I'm telling you now