[Hook] I feel like I'm going crazy, love me or hate me Who's gonna save me from myself? When I feel like there's no one else When it feels like there's no one left To keep my feet on the ground... (Going, going crazy Feel like I'm going crazy) Cause I'm happy now, but I'm crashing down Who's gon' save me from myself? To keep my feet on the ground... [Verse 1] I'm a vigilante, I do some sh** if a n***a dare me I got no friends and even less that I consider family My attitude is f** 'em, I buck em if they come close to me And I don't use codefendants n***a, it's just the toast and me I watched First 48, see how n***as get caught It's hardly ever the k**ers, some snitch is always at fault And we was taught not to talk, soon after we learned to walk You tattletale on your sister, your a** is getting the bulk Of her a** whipping, we slipping, raising our kids different I try to tell these n***as but why the f** won't they listen? It's a lot of poetical prowess in my position But it seems like the riches and b**hes blinding they vision So f** them and f** whoever don't understand I'm a man, a man with the courage to take a stand I might run in the precinct with a gauge in my hand Be front page with a grenade in my hand [Hook] I feel like I'm going crazy, love me or hate me Who's gonna save me from myself? When I feel like there's no one else When it feels like there's no one left To keep my feet on the ground... Cause I'm happy now, but I'm crashing down Who's gon' save me from myself? To keep my feet on the ground... [Verse 2] You sit with the angels, you don't look at life from a perpendicular angle f**ing with these strangers'll get you strangled I mingle amongst the murderers, grew up amongst the dealers And real n***as laughing, cause y'all diduntdidunts to k**ers I might option to just go back to the old Giddy When I was roaming the city with that chrome 4 fitty So pretty, pearl handed, the blickidy blick blicky It used to come so in handy, when situations got sticky I'm picky and I don't like this new generation of rap And I am hating, in fact, I hate the fact that it's wack Slap, the living sh** outta anybody come back My n***as ready for war, y'all only ready to rap I'm an old head, that probably used to beat up your biological Back when they had The Wiz and the Biz was diabolical But now I'm ready to do it, it's me against everything Pain is love motherf**er, here, here go a wedding ring [Hook] I don't think y'all understand how real it is out here You know what I'm saying? You believe these little rappers, they talking bout this glamorous lifestyle But in the streets it's still real, it's still real in the streets They don't got Bugattis and Lambos and Murcis They don't got that, they got hoopties They still out there shooting and k**ing Over some crumbs, let's get real man, f** it! [Hook]