80's Crazy ft. J.SHEP Lyrics

I think my compass broke

Cause I don't never see it going south

I think your pockets broke

So I don't understand your running mouth

If it's one thing that separate me from you niggas

I can't relax and kick my feet up when there's money on the ground

Now I ain't never been basic but I'm going back to the basis

Granny got me flipping shit she put the kitchen in the basement

Just whipped the shit out this shorty like a boom boom baby

Now I'm in the studio going crack crazy and I ain't even from the 80's

Go ahead

Gone talk to shit Milo

All my verses heaven sent

My shit come with halos

You want this money drop it low

And her response was how low

I said how low can you get

She bust a split on the floor

Still had that jiggle with it

Just dropped some bands just for show

Cause now the feeling different

I remember times when I was broke

I'm glad this time is different

Then I threw up some more

I started drinking some more

And she got touchy and some more shit

I can't complain I've been winning

I'll never understand niggas

Who don't mind they damn business

I hate the smell of niggas

They all moving fishy

I pray they keep they disty

Cause one call will get they block turned around until it's dizzy

I'll never trust a hoe that send a text saying she miss me

Broken records what they sound like

I'm not fucking with no pick me

This ain't audition rehearsal

So I promise there's no call back

Don't play I'm not having that shit

My brodie told me keep my cool stop wrecking havoc and shit

We get the bread and pass the hoes now that's a magic assist

Yeah I told shorty she the one too bad we never exist

Then I met my baby's mother who knew she'd pop out my kid

Mm

My brother been shooting the shit

With his 4.5 like he Jordan

He something like a Westbrook

Cause that boy, travel with the stick

Seen my mama boyfriend cooking up so he gone head and whip

Whip up the crack

Baking soda, with the cocaine

Then he put it in pack-a-sack

How convenient

Just wanna stack up money like convenience

But don't want to store it up

My whole life I ain't really give a fuck

Seeing mama spend a buck

Just to live it up, but for what

Cause she a 80's baby and my father too

They from the jects and them townhomes

That's why everyday I'm tryna put it on

Put on for my city

Stacking the green for I can pass it on like I'm Rondo

Whether I gotta do the shit on my own

That's why you never hear the dial tone

When you hit my phone

It's do not disturb in my time zone

Just leave me alone

I think my compass broke

Cause I don't never see it going south

I think your pockets broke

So I don't understand your running mouth

If it's one thing that separate me from you niggas

I can't relax and kick my feet up when there's money on the ground

Now I ain't never been basic but I'm going back to the basis

Granny got me flipping shit she put the kitchen in the basement

Just whipped the shit out this shorty like a boom boom baby

Now I'm in the studio going crack crazy and I ain't even from the 80's