Chorus

I’m not your average nigga
I’m fucken out my mind
you gone need some medication
if you wanna kill my vibe
I am federal and crazy
that’s my normal state of mind
Turnin down is crazy
Musta fucken lost

Verse 1

ADD i got it at the fucken age of 9, before everybody had it can add the quotation marks,
before we needed Adderall to sit through a fucken class, before everybody sniffed it
before it could bring you cash, you can catch me in the building high off my fucken ass,
don’t walk the line for any woman i am not no johnny cash, i might need an exorcism
I’m evil as 666, but I’m real like 100 fuck this arithmetic, I ain’t fucken with no bitches
they fucken up my mind, their not even speaken english like venus is where their from,
no i don’t know what a hint is they always speaken in code, i am not your average nigga
i don’t want know average hoe, don’t invite me to your home not to your mom or your dads,
I’ll probably just fucken steal while i said i’m taken a shit, open up their safe while their
downstairs eaten their food, pocket check your sister for a polly pocket or two

Verse 2

I’m flowen like the ocean like Moses I’ll split it open, my flow is like a potion its magic im
dumbledore’ren, so Portland i don’t even know how to be fucken normal, so portland Keno’s
was my first grocery fucken store, I am really a psycho by the D.I.S.M I have lived in a psych
ward diagnosed Schizophren, I am really a psycho up there with Hopsin and Tech, Hurdling
any obstacle like a movie stunt-man, David you used to be good David you used to be fun,
I also used to be a used to call me Meek to the Mill, I mean i was lazy as fuck I never had a
9-5, maken a killen on the radio like the video star, theres a psychopathic gene and its proven
like DNA, they talken about cagen children before they go all insane, It’s the real Walking Dead
Minus the AMC, I been had the gene my path is Socio-street

Verse 3

I’m an Adderall-aholic in college i Asher Rothed it, in college was where i lost it beat the fuck
out of somebody, I grabbed him up by the throat unloaded punches to his body, I dropped
him then i kicked him the soccer ball was his jaw bone, the Molly it made me halo my
cranium has got pot-holes, the doctor gave me a scan X-rayed me up at the hospital, when
i saw my fucken brain i got queezy i could not swallow, I should be mentally retarded according
to all my doctors, I flew over the Cuckoo’s nest that’s 2 including Nicholson, magician how
I disappeared quicker than a minute man, coo coo ca choo like the Beatles in a submarine,
20,000 leagues under the sea if you prefer to read, money i keep it low key yall worken for
low-key money, I am splurging while your home horny on porn your hubbing, rhymes i keep
em comen more lines then a cocaine party, I have fucken lost my mind do you mind I’m
Tryna find it