[Chorus] Am I losing my mind? Am I the only one who hasn’t sold they soul? Am I losing my mind? If you can disagree with me, then let me know Am I losing my mind? Am I the only one who likes to lost control? Am I losing my mind? Talking that shit, I’m like okay, bro
[Verse 1] Sick ghost rider, that’s a nice stove You cookin’ crack now, you got some nice hoes Hope they having fun, but I bet they not Too concerned about how they fucking look Up here, we still do everything by ourselves Brush our own teeth, raise our own hell Would you believe that I write my own rhymes Tie my own shoes, fight my own fights? Call me crazy baby, but I think I’m onto something People got they hands up when they know that they ain’t offer nothing Riddle me this bitch: who’s really earning? Who’s in makeup? Who’s in person I’ve got something you can’t have It’s not dabbing, it’s not swag It’s not alcohol or crack It’s confidence with eye contact (woohooo) I see douche bags up in the strip club Scrounging up loose cash It’s so lit, so turnt in this place Y’all act like you never been punched in the face
[Chorus] Am I losing my mind? Am I the only one who hasn’t sold they soul? Am I losing my mind? If you can disagree with me, then let me know Am I losing my mind? Am I the only one who likes to lost control? Am I losing my mind? Talking that shit, I’m like okay, bro
[Verse 2] Oh no, they worried about how they look again You can ask for work while I put it in I was sacrificing when you should’ve been That’s why you’re on the outside looking in If you come to my show you gon hear my voice I don’t rap over vocals I got no choice Just like I would never let a dude mow my lawn I would never let a pussy write my songs I pick my team, I hustle hard I ain’t got a stylist or a bodyguard No one tells me how to act or look Or sing, or fight, or fuck, or maybe rap, or cook I would feel like such a pussy if I was rappin’ bout Cooking crack but never did it when they lookin’ back Let’s have a mandatory draft and put the rappers in the kitchen And see who goes missing
Keep it real, keep it real Anything for a deal, tell me how you feel Keep it real, keep it real Anything for a deal, tell me how you feel, lil buddy Must be so tough, lil buddy
[Chorus] Am I losing my mind? Am I the only one who hasn’t sold they soul? Am I losing my mind? If you can disagree with me, then let me know Am I losing my mind? Am I the only one who likes to lost control? Am I losing my mind? Talking that shit, I’m like okay, bro (okay, bro, okay, bro)
[Outro] I mean, I don’t know There’s no such thing as real rappers or fake rappers You know I’m saying? There’s nothing more real than a rapper lying about everything You know I’m saying? I know how insecure you are I know how tough you wanna be, know I’m saying? You got goals Come in here give me a hug, lil buddy I’m here for you, got my arms wide open
