J. Cole - Mighty Crazy Lyrics

This shit right here is called, "Mighty Crazy" (yeah)
It's me (feel good)
Carolina, what up? (I don't think y'all niggas is ready for this shit)
Fayettenam, what up? (Therapists)
Yo, ay, yo (yo, J. Cole)

You niggas gotta be outta your rabid-ass mind (get 'em)
A savage over this cabbage
You really think I'm finna let your faggot ass shine? (No)
Whipping niggas like big body Cadillacs
I'm on my grind, yo, bonafide honcho
I could see through you niggas with cataracts, blindfolds
Matter fact, I'm so bomb, niggas scatter that
Niggas that, niggas so rat, niggas better act pronto
My whole state in a reign, better pack ponchos, y'all know
Shit is real in the Ville, you could die slow or quick
Survival's a bitch
But everybody don't meet her, so tuck the .9, yo
Wherever y'all roll, niggas allergic to 5-0
God knows I don't put up no facade, no
No fraud, niggas scheming like Sideshow Bob
Keep my eyes so wide, nothing otherwise
Disrespect me, you could watch your mother sigh from the other side
Punk-ass nigga, jump and get lumped fast, throw you in the trunk
Blast pop while I pump gas
Skunk ass niggas is trash, you need a sponge bath
My niggas'll ride all day like a fun pass
That's some New York shit, I'm from the South, though
Don't never disrespect me out yo' mouth, ho
I got major clout though, y'all niggas dissin' me is doubtful
You talk shit? Watch your life fade like the outro

(Is this what you want? Huh?)