Joyner Lucas – Ye Not Crazy

Lyrics Ye Not Crazy – Joyner Lucas

I got some bones to pick
Yeah, heard no one as cold as this
Give me the stick, let me hold this s**t
You make a move, I’ma blow this b**ch
You ’bout to get what you ‘posed to get
I don’t know this chick
Why she keep blowin’ my phone and s**t
Will someone please tell me who’s h*e this is
N**ga, you know who the coldest is
Who’s cold as this

My Lambo got too many options
I don’t even know what mode this is
N**ga, you know who flow this is, I just stole this s**t
N**gas act like I ain’t s’posed to be rich
Like I ain’t grow up where the roaches live
Like I ain’t come up, like..

How do you spell 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 f**k is a meltdown
When my meltdown’s on a private jet
Labels ain’t wanna sign the check
Then I got on my Ye s**t, 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 n**ga livin’ on the ISS

Hold up, Ye’s not crazy
Even if they to try cancel me
That ain’t gon’ phase me
Yeah, I sin, God forgave me
How the f**k I’m gon’ change the world
If they gon’ change me
Ye’s not crazy, well, maybe I am
Never thought I’d be a billionaire
Now I’m like, maybe I can
Jesus walks, n**ga, 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 s**t my way
Shawty ain’t pay me no mind
‘Til I got a b**ch that she wanna ..

Yeah, run the red lights
Sayin’ f**k 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 n**gas
Been takin’ my chances

I got a list of you n**gas I’m better than
One of the greatest, but n**gas don’t mention him
Soon as they sleepin’ I plot my revenge
On the shelf, put a dent in them
Bein’ famous done f**ked 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, Ye’s not crazy
Even if they try to cancel me
That ain’t gon’ phase me
Yeah, I sin, God forgave me
How the f**k I’m gon’ change the world
If they gon’ change me
Ye’s not crazy, well, maybe I am
Never thought I’d be a billionaire
Now I’m like, maybe I can
Jesus walks, n**ga, I ran
Sorry I pissed you off, I do it again

Watch bust, come check my wrist, uh-uh, b**ch, I’m lit
Hit just once, that b**ch obsessed, uh-uh, b**ch, 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 n**gas 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 s**t 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 f**kin’ muzzle on and shut the bark
And chain me to another f**kin’ 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 f**kin’ floor in the garage
That type of s**t’ll drive a n**ga nuts, in open arms
And now my brain isn’t what it was, I’m f**kin’ callin’ it all

Hold up, Ye’s not crazy
Even if they try to cancel me
That ain’t gon’ phase me
Yeah, I sin, God forgave me
How the f**k I’m gon’ change the world
If they gon’ change me…

Written by Joyner Lucas
Produced by Leo Son & ADHD Productions
Joyner Lucas | 2022