Letra Ye not crazy Joyner Lucas

Ye not crazy

Look
I got some bones to pick, yeah, heard no one as cold as this (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Give me the stick, let me hold this shit
You make a move, I'ma blow this bitch
You 'bout to get what you 'posed to get
I don't know this chick
Why she keep blowin' my phone and shit? (Ayy)
Will someone please tell me who's hoe this is? (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, you know who the coldest is? (Coldest is?), Who's cold as this?
My Lambo got too many options, I don't even know what mode this is (Ayy)
Nigga, you know who flow this is? (Flow this is?), I just stole this shit
Niggas act like I ain't s'posed to be rich
Like I ain't grow up where the roaches liv?
Like I ain't come up, like-
How do you sp?ll "Crazy"? G-E-N-I-U-S
How do you spell "Pay me"? I-R-S
What you know about mental health when you live in hell and you out of meds?
What the fuck is a meltdown, when my meltdown's on a private jet? (Woah)
Labels ain't wanna sign the check (Joyner)
Then I got on my Ye shit, turned every "No" to a solid "Yes"
I don't care about poppin' now, let the whole world know I'm next
I ain't quit 'til I touch the sky or a nigga livin' on the ISS

Hold up (Hold up, hold up), Ye's not crazy (Ye's not crazy)
Even if they to try cancel me, that ain't gon' phase me (Ain't gon' phase me)
Yeah, I sin, God forgave me (God forgave me)
How the fuck I'm gon' change the world if they gon' change me?
Ye's not crazy (Ye's not crazy), well, maybe I am (Well, maybe I am)
Never thought I'd be a billionaire, now I'm like, maybe I can (Maybe I can)
Jesus walks (Jesus walks), nigga, I ran (Nigga, I ran)
Sorry I pissed you off, I do it again

Tell me what's credit in God, and worse than the Devil, I hate all the mind games
I'm tired of eatin' the scraps they left on the table, I need me an entrée
I wasn't seein' success, so I had to switch and do this shit my way
Shawty ain't pay me no mind 'til I got a bitch that she wanna [?]
Yeah, run the red lights, sayin' fuck what the sign say
I just went back to the future to cop me an Urus and stood up my prom date
I'm havin' dinners with billionaire hitters, they lookin' at me like a small chase
Baby, might move to Miami and buy me some kilos and turn into Scarface
Yeah, they tryna do me like Marilyn Manson
Back me inside of a corner, and turn me to someone who shot up the dancers
Someone who won't go to Sway In The Morning and tell him he don't got the answers
Someone afraid of takin' the mic from niggas, been takin' my chances
I got a list of you niggas I'm better than
One of the greatest, but niggas don't mention him
Soon as they sleepin' I plot my revenge, on the shelf, put a dent in them (Baow, brr)
Bein' famous done fucked up my mental
I made so much money I lost all my friends
And broke up the family but kept all the realest ones
I'm not as sane as I feel I was

Hold up (Hold up, hold up), Ye's not crazy (Ye's not crazy)
Even if they try to cancel me, that ain't gon' phase me (Ain't gon' phase me)
Yeah, I sin, God forgave me (God forgave me)
How the fuck I'm gon' change the world if they gon' change me?
Ye's not crazy (Ye's not crazy), well, maybe I am (Well, maybe I am)
Never thought I'd be a billionaire, now I'm like, maybe I can
Jesus walks (W-w-walks), nigga, I ran (Nigga, I ran)
Sorry I pissed you off, I do it again

Watch bust, come check my wrist, uh-uh, bitch, I'm lit
Hit just once, that bitch obsessed, uh-uh, bitch, I'm blessed
Too on point, I just don't miss, skrr-skrr, way too fresh
So much drip I came through wet, yeah-yeah, major flex
I hope the industry better get used to me
I tear them rappers, they really just food to me
Kill all these niggas and read 'em a eulogy
Ain't nothin' much you can do to me, uh
I got me a check and then bought me some jewelry
They say I'm changin' and I'm not what I used to be
I done got bigger, this shit feel like puberty
I know they bet on they roof on me
And I'm tired of bein' the underdog that come along
And they wanna put a fuckin' muzzle on and shut the bark
And chain me to another fuckin' porch all summer long
And tell me I should go and run along and nothing's wrong
I watched everybody get awards all summer long
When I was eatin' on the fuckin' floor in the garage
That type of shit'll drive a nigga nuts, in open arms
And now my brain isn't what it was, I'm fuckin' callin' it all (Ah, ah, ah!)

Hold up (Brr, brr), Ye's not crazy (Ye's not crazy)
Even if they try to cancel me, that ain't gon' phase me (Ain't gon' phase me)
Yeah, I sin, God forgave me (God forgave me)
How the fuck I'm gon' change the world if they gon' change me?