King Iso, Tech N9ne, Snake Lucci - Made Me Crazy Lyrics

Oh shit, it's twelve o'clock
Shit crazier than a motherfucker
Let's do it

Step up in dementia on the daily
'Cause I be forgetting stuff that I been through and it made me
Wanna go pick a pistol up with you niggas, shit I'm mani'
To the max, I'm zany, my dick got bitches, Cheney
Back then when most didn't fuck with me, shit be entertaining
When I post a picture up I got bitches tryna frame me
Hitting other bitches up like, "He finna have my baby"
They lying 'bout everything and the system couldn't tame me
Can't cry, I do better things than the bitching and complaining
Education linked to the prison system, I peep with my niggas
Since then, started banging, my nigga can you blame me?
You standing with the opps, man, you niggas really brazy
I'm canvasing your block, 'cause I'm finna make a painting
I put it on a ghost or you niggas getting Swayze
They talking Mario, you'll be kicking it with Daisy's
Speaking of Mario, I been with my nig' since the 80s
A pistol grip on .380s really locked in and made it
Got clips, cinemas, get a picture when the K squeeze
Doc says send him off, because mentally I'm draining
I can't get enough, I'm a killer and they trained me
Not to give a fuck about shit that really faze me
So much to unpack, tripping on the daily
My kids say I'll go crazy like Eminem and Hailie
Don't be a menace like any other way
See there's anywhere from home and still whipping a Mercedes
And everybody love me but really probably hate me
And swinging at the air probably hitting all the babies
The Board of Mental Health like a Christian couldn't save me
My daddy left my mom pregnant while in the navy
Don't look through my phone, might see pictures of your lady
And everything I said is the shit that made me crazy

Yeah, that's the type of shit that made me crazy
That's the type of shit that made me crazy
That's the type of shit that made me crazy
That's the type of shit that made me crazy
That's the type of shit that made me crazy

Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (that's the type of shit that made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (that's the type of shit that made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (that's the type of shit that made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock (that's the type of shit that made me crazy)
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (that's the type of shit that made me crazy)

Fourteen got my first .380 (uh)
That's the type of shit that made me crazy (uh-huh)
You know a nigga finna blow, no safety
Catch 'em in the mall, Old Navy (woah)
I was hitting banks, seventeen, no savings
I could get it to you for the low fo' and the baby
I went to prison for coke, I felt like they enslaved me
I put in work, I got ranked on in the tank
And stopped the drip, was rocking bricks
Was into politics, but I'm anonymous, hot as a lava pit
Pop 'em like a Klonopin, probably with an exotic bitch
Pocket watch and designer fits, lot of it counterfeit
I don't even bother with it, came up in the bottoms
Never needed a father figure, streets done made me crazy
I be committed, I was in prison, I was in visits
God I done did it, Father forgive us, I made part of the business
I made a lot of decisions, any other opposite
Should come get your lottery ticket, and as God is my witness
My oddest opinion, they squat on the menu
A lot of us vicious, they outta commission
They logic is missing, ain't got a pot they can piss in
They be financial, that's a final decision
With knowledge I'm gifted
You might get popped in the mission, I'm locked in this issue
You on a chopping block, your block gonna miss you
When I cock this Glock and pop and leave a spot in your temple (woah)

That's the type of shit that made me crazy
That's the type of shit that made me crazy
That's the type of shit that made me crazy
That's the type of shit that made me crazy
That's the type of shit that made me crazy

Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (yeah, that's the type of shit that made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (that's the type of shit that made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (that's the type of shit that made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock (that's the type of shit that made me crazy)
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (that's the type of shit that made me crazy)

What made me crazy?
When my elders taught me the holy ghost
Waitin' from a kid to see it, now I look on my Rollie nope
Waiting's like never havin' a team and I'm at the Goalie Post
Show me hope, when it's contaminated, get polio
What else? Mama receiving everything but help
And the welts bled again, medicine being the belt
Ya bruh felt, (what?)
Hurt, and temper was short as a elf
A nut I would not trust and no plus for yo'self (yeah)
I don't need no fucking apology lady
The body she gave me when I was young, neurology
Say we appalling we crazy, 'cause she was older callin' me, "Baby"
Water me daily, no education policy maybe
I was discombobulated thinking I was in love
What if this one ovulated, biggin' without a glove?
I'ma drop from populated, wit' some thought you made it
Sick from copulative, my dick demodulated, brrt
I don't know what the problem is? I really wasn't fatherless
But nobody coming odd as this, I been psycho
Wondering if a God exist, family gave me a lot of scripts
When I discovered a Godemis, my shit like glowed
Never good up into colleges, or politics, abolished it
My nigga my noodle, my noggin is a spin cycle
How in the hell will I polish it?
I gotta get to solace with my friend Iso, you are then fright foe
Wanna grim fight, no? (What?)
Slim price though (hey)

That's the type of shit that made me crazy
That's the type of shit that made me crazy
That's the type of shit that made me crazy
That's the type of shit that made me crazy
That's the type of shit that made me crazy

Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (that's the type of shit that made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (that's the type of shit that made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (that's the type of shit that made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock (that's the type of shit that made me crazy)
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (that's the type of shit that made me crazy)