Текст песни S.O.B. (Standing On Business) - craw

I said I'm taking over better go and listen close
I said I'm getting sober yeah my homie overdosed
I take five pills behind the motor sike I'm fucking done with those
But the weed is just an odor I'll go uppercut your nose

You should stay the fuck away when I find myself in my zone
How I think about the play when I feel like I'm Al Capone
Don't you worry where I stay I got my girl we call it home
And I say I can't delay the project when in album mode

And you wonder what I pay when I mention shit that I'm in
And you don't know what to say when I bring up dead presidents
And I say fuck off the fake no I don't fuck with prejudice
How I cut off every snake and I label no resident

And I think that I'm okay I'm more like a depressionist
Like the way I made my lane how you should know recession hits
Like I'll go and crash a plane I count my blessings when i'm pissed
I rock out while on the Hay but I ain't talking Staks in this

I take uppers I take downers don't approach me with no powders
Stacking up the money counter as a kid was watching Chowder
And you think I'm getting louder wait for scripts to go flip
Take a look at all the sour even sugar can mix

I'm a man without no powers but that shit can be flipped
On the drugs I crash for hours I ain't tripping for shit
Take a hit just like the towers I'm still standing with it
I won't even drop off flowers I ain't sorry for shit

Wanna talk about some money I talk 4 digit splits
And you're thinking that it's funny you look sad with your bitch
Every thought you know I'm gunning took myself out the ditch
And to think I'm out here fronting I should cut off your lips

I should put you in a bag after I cut you to pieces
Maybe fire off the mag like I don't do shit that pleases
And I think it's kinda sad that I still think I need Jesus
Take the good with all the bad and you should see that's the thesis

There were nights I talked to God about my motherfucking struggles
I'm convinced that I should rot I found the pieces to the puzzle
No I'm known to stir the pot I found the keys stay out my bubble
Turn a little to a lot I took myself right out of trouble

And i think I can amend all of the stupid shit I did
And you know I can't pretend that I'm not known to go forbid
Take a look and count to ten like you won't find me off the grid
I don't look to set a trend but you can't tell me that I'm mid

I thought I lost my fucking mind go put that shit on a plague
I don't waste my fucking time you think like that go take a lap
You don't gotta do no crime to put yourself up on the map
You just gotta draw the line when that shits sounding hella whack

I talk my shit and do the worst and some people think it's a curse
I'm making hits I drop a verse I did it with the homie Durst
And if you think we're not in first I'll hit you like I'm Patty Hearst
Like my heart it had to burst for me to show up at a church

I've lost some people that I love and I lost people that I hate
I think it's best to wear a glove my layers have layers make no mistake
You see me flying up above I might jump off the Golden State
And I ain't talking bout the team I mean the bridge I'll shoot it straight

I've been caught inside my head for days and lost for fucking nights
I'll go think of seven different ways to go and get it right
Like you know I set my soul ablaze I made myself a light
Oh the way I'm rolling lemon haze I fly up like a kite

Like I told myself this song was different put the people on
I'm a man up on a mission no I don't wish to be gone
I spent all my time was wishing there were nights I didn't sleep
There were times that I was dishing everything I couldn't be

I do this shit like ABC
And you don't wanna fuck with me
I'll do this til i'm 83
Like you ain't had enough of me

Back on bullshit Michael Jordan
Fuck the plug that dude was shorting
Bust a slug ain't no recording
Henry Ruggs how I transport it