[Chorus: Standing on the Corner]

Going, I'm going crazy

Come on, take your loss

[Verse 1]

Ay, ay

I can never break bread with you birds

'Cause I'm used to takin' less in the first place

It ain't really 'bout the lyrics or the wordplay

Boy, this something for my spirit and my worst days, nigga

Looking in the mirror be the worst thing

Bulky black body where the shirt hang

Ask for blessings from the water when the church can't give it to me

It's getting cold, I need a thicker hoody

I knew the Champ wouldn't last through the winter, hey

You a loser, get your ass out of winner's place

How you tryna eat, playing with your dinner plate?

Under the sun, only the black don't disintegrate

And I ain't fancy, I'm attached to that nigga taste

Niggas dancing for the bag and never hit the bank

I see you reaching for that dap, you never hit my hand

And every nigga out to Winkie never leave me up

But it's always in that circle that you bring me up

My raps a lot of fucking topics I ain't need to touch

I need to sleep some more 'cause I don't dream enough

And this creaky floor, you can see the dust

I just need a swipe and I don't need your bugs

And I don't mean to cry, I'm just feeling numb

I know success is near, and I can hear it come

I know depression here, and I'm scared to jump

And I'm scared

[Chorus: Standing on the Corner]

Going, I'm going crazy

Come on, take your loss

[Verse 2]

Yo, the dope hit my heart and my ego

I used to focus, made a lot of nigga's B-roll

Blowing through hefty mission, most these niggas cheat code

Most niggas stutter in the game but make the free throw

Rolling through the Lower East, smelling like the weed smoke

Raised by a black woman, love her so my niece know

Product of the cheap, bro

Somehow had the money when a nigga had to eat though

Fuck the pigs, here's a dick, you can deep-throat

Here's a kid with his champs in Casino

We was tryna get it, didn't matter if it's legal

Awkward in the studio, bars really gonna break the ice if it's tearful

I'm running in the same direction that the trees grow, nigga

There's nothin'

[Chorus: Standing on the Corner]

Going, I'm going crazy

Come on, take your loss

Going, I'm going crazy

Come on, take your loss

Going, I'm going crazy

Come on, take your loss

[Outro: Jesse Brotter]

[SLUms] is from the hood, [SLUms] is real as fuck

[SLUms] is some real ass kids making some real ass music

'Bout shit that they know about, that they give a fuck about

That they not lying about

So you better fucking make sure you listen to that shit tomorrow if you haven't heard it today

That's it, that's it

Whatever time period that is, you heard it here

Facts