Close To The Edge

There's only so much pressure
A man can take
Before he just snaps...
And perhaps I've reached that
Level of pressure

[Verse 1]
Ever since my record was spinning
Everybody calling me
With a fucking opinion
Tell me where was your opinion
When we wasn't winning
When we was losing
In the bottom of the 9th inning

These streets is getting crazy
It's kill or be killed
They said this mix tape
Will never top Deal or no Deal

Yea I fuck with Lil Wyte
But I don't be in that man's face
I spend a lot of time
Building my own fucking fan base

They want the old Jelly back
How much can this man take
Before I go postal
And flip like a pancake

And every verse is hard now
They say that it's incredible
But I'm the same me bitch
Don't put me on no pedestal

Smile on my face
But I feel I'm going crazy
I was doing better when
I appeased for [?]

I remember CCA
I was sitting in H unit
All I wanna do
Is come home and make music

[Chorus]
I think I'm close to the edge
(scratches)
I think I'm close to the edge
(scratches)
I think I'm close to the edge
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[Verse 2]
A lot of people talking
I hear a lot things
Some people want me to sing
Some people want me to scream

Some people say
They want to bring the street shit back
Ain't no glory in the fact
That I keep this trap
Yea I piece that back
Got caught then tell shit
You better believe that
I been in the cell bitch

Yea I go and grab my pistol
Before I put my pants on
And I promise one thing
I never make a dance song

See I don't the Dougie
And I crack the Soulja Boy
I'm the captain of the ship
That's going overboard

Radio won't play it
Cause I'm cussing too much
Well shit damn cunt slut
Bitch fuck

(Chorus)

[Verse 3]
Yea - they say I'm barely nice right
Right? Shout out to Sonny Paradise
Sike

Now they wanna call
Cause I run the county
Back then I swear
They ain't give a fuck about me

Tell me calm down
Man it's just entertainment
I'm just sayin
That I ain't even wanna be famous

I did this for work
I did this for Strug
Yet I did this cause
I kind of still own the plug

Wish I could work it off
Then go back to serving
I would never rap again
Man fuck these verses

They tell me calm down
Cause they know that I'm spiritual
I'm spiritual
So every single night I pray for miracles

These rappers aren't lyrical
They just throw subliminals
They ain't been to jail before
They are not criminals
My position's biblical
Sick of all this ridicule
Their buzzes are miniscule
They just the interviews

(Chorus)