Acting Crazy (feat. Farmed Goods)

You crazy man You know what? When you said that last time, I was kinda trippin' right? But now, you right. I am crazy. But you know what else? I don't give a fuck I got the juice, call me Q, y’all just fall off like Bishop Catch you at the corner store and the sawed off might hiccup Get you hauled off by pickup, ain't gon' be no redux I spit heat, call it acid reflux Watch the drilly spray if they really may try us I conceive crazy like I'm Billy Ray Cyrus You a silly gay virus, with nothin' left to offer me Stick you for your life savings and blow it on a shoppin' spree Music reminiscent of dookie ropes and tape decks I break necks for paychecks, I’m apex Bust like great sex, better bring an offering Pretty fly for a white guy, but you my offspring Rhymes abundant like hipsters in gentrified neighborhoods Smokin' on some hydro laced with wood Wake up and smell the daffodils, most of y'all ain't half as ill That's why I'm packin' steel, lookin' for a cap to peel They tell me “Boy you actin' crazy” One false move and you ghost like Patrick Swayze I rip the bong until I pass out Pushing hella product, yeah the studio my trap house They tell me “Boy you actin' crazy” One false move and you ghost like Patrick Swayze I rip the bong until I pass out Pushing hella product, yeah the studio my trap house Ayo my metaphors will dead a whore, sock you 'til your head is sore Ever do me dirty, I'mma act like we ain't met before A family man, smokin' pot with your mother Preppin' for the end of days, got a Glock in the cupboard ‘Tis the season for trench coats and black Timbos With the smell of skunk seepin' from the back window A rap nympho, them fools can hardly handle it Stay gettin' busy with so many flows, my style's polyamorous Our support base spans from the burbs to the barrios And we just gettin' started, just wait and see how far we go I dance around the beat as a substitute for cardio Then fly to Italy and take some shrooms with Super Mario (woo hoo) Six years writin' rhymes and I'm still at it Bout the same age as Nas when he recorded Illmatic I rap and I sing, it's a passionate thing You know I do it for the art, not just stackin' the green They tell me “Boy you actin' crazy” One false move and you ghost like Patrick Swayze I rip the bong until I pass out Pushing hella product, yeah the studio my trap house They tell me “Boy you actin' crazy” One false move and you ghost like Patrick Swayze I rip the bong until I pass out Pushing hella product, yeah the studio my trap house My rhymes will hit you in the face like I was Oscar De La Hoya I faced my verdict, popped the cop, and I told my lawyer Now can you stop me, sublimated Illuminati? You cocky Nazis with your auto-copied paparazzi Your dicks are floppy, your chicks are sloppy, you need some coffee So get the fuck up off me cuz I move at top speed Rap game Kakashi, blowin' up with Nagasaki Growin' up they tried to pop me, cornered when they tried to block me But nothin' can ever get in my way, you suckas watch me Rollin' up the fatties, praisin' Haile Selassie Believe in me, see in me, somethin' that comes from dreams it seems Movin' and groovin', and I'm tryna find the peace in me The beast in me comin' harder than ever before To speak with our people, to not be solvin' shit with war Here comes the calm in the storm, way too bomb for the norm I'm Jason Bourne with a sword, with mortars and some C-4