CRAZY II Songtext
von Clark D & Token

Yeah, yeah

I might go so crazy, niggas might call me Kanye West
I′m at the phase of my life where I'm cookin′ three hundred beats
You ain't seen Kanye's best
You ain′t seen Clark D turn to a Superman
Nigga, I might just be Clark Kent
Thinkin′ 'bout all them bands I spent
Feelin′ like I ain't spent shit yet

I′ma need a double R Cullinan truck
Where the seats go all the way down to the back
Bitch, I better be great if I want a new Wraith
Where the rims go all the way matte

If I want a new crib, gotta put that work in
24/7, ain't got no options
Nigga, I′m tryna be paid so my great-grandkids got M's
Until then, I'm locked in


Y′all come around spreadin′ that gossip
I ain't seen one of y′all whip no bands out
I ain't no jit, Clark D is the man now
Hundred M′s gross and I got it all planned out
Remember seein' Drake, I was gettin′ all fanned out
Peeped J Cole, I done seen this shit pan out
I don't need a single rap nigga on my line
'Less we talkin′ ′bout money, I don't need no handouts (Uh)

I ain′t the one for your bullshit

Clark D, he walkin' ′round with a full clip

You don't want no smoke with me

That′s a thing I guarantee

You don't want no smoke with us
I'm a walkin′ WMD

I might go so crazy, niggas might call me Kanye West
I′m at the phase of my life where I'm cookin′ three hundred beats
You ain't seen Kanye′s best
You ain't seen Clark D turn to a Superman
Nigga, I might just be Clark Kent
Thinkin′ 'bout all them bands I spent
Feelin' like I ain′t spent shit yet

T might go so crazy, don′t debate me
Foldin' arms like I was holdin′ babies
Hoes who mainly stay in Miami
Treat the bro like Brady
I left Massachusetts and (****)


There's paper towels on that butt to just absorb it up
I was the poorest of my buds, they poured me up
Now I′m the richest, richer drugs the more
I trust Benjamin Franklins
White as hell, I might go make 'em whiter
Pay the piper, please Perelli made the tires
I was seventeen makin′ fire
Was a major minor, nothin' false said though

Like the lazy choir
Bitch, it's hard to relate to liars

Bitch, it′s hard to relate if you never
Left merch money in your jeans pocket
And break the dryer

Guess I′ll never relate Lewis
Vuitton my taste, called it Lewis
This Lewis and Clark, keep you dudes in the car
With two broken hearts and tools to farm
I mean the hoes, the hoes know who's the star
My mom tells me I got a Jewish charm
The charms on my wrist tell me I must be Jewish
Wrote on Donna 2, that man love my Jew
Shit Boston, Massachusetts, who the one you choosin′?

Chew the beat up, chuck the pit and chuck the deuces
Clark and T, the blueprint, bitch

I might go so crazy, niggas might call me Kanye West
I'm at the phase of my life where I′m cookin' three hundred beats
You ain′t seen Kanye's best
You ain't seen Clark D turn to a Superman
Nigga, I might just be Clark Kent
Thinkin′ ′bout all them bands I spent
Feelin' like I ain′t spent shit yet