I go loco, loco, loco, loco
In the bank, in the mall, and in the bay
I wasn't coughin', but still I took me some meds
I jump off of the stage, look how I bleed
I ain't scared, I ain't scared
Pop a bottle, I take it straight to the head
My n***a chill, I just passed out, I ain't dead
Never know what it took for me to get some breath
Whole lot of blood, sweat, and tears getting shed
I gotta go loco
I go loco, loco, loco, loco
I said, the minute that I realized I was in a pickle
And life was too fickle, I had to leave home
I didn't wait for my dismissal
Bittersweet moment, me and Pop had some issues
Checked the game over, ah, ah, it was simple
Glow my wrist up, glow my p*** up
And friends start to switch up, of course they did
I just never knew that it would hurt like this
At 24, I thought I seen the lowest pitch
Then 25 hit, and I'm like, ho
Holy, need a cigarette, let's eat folies
Pretending my neck like a goalie, goalie
Pretending my mind, give me solis
Pretending my mind, give me solace
That's why I'm spending my time, give me dollars
That's why I'm ending my night, give me more
I go loco, loco, loco, loco, loco
Hey, hey, loco, loco
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
In the bank, in the mall, and in the bay
I wasn't coughing, but still, I took me some meds
I jump off of the stage, look how I bleed
I ain't scared, I ain't scared
Pop a bottle, I take it straight to the head
My n***a chill, I just passed out, I ain't dead
Never know what it took for me to get some breath
Whole lot of blood, sweat, and tears getting shed
I gotta go loco
Hey, hey, loco
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

I gotta go loco
That's how I feel when I look at old photos
And the n***a be as dirty as a hobo
And we were riding around the city in a polo
Now I got a chance, and I gotta make sure
So we get bands and a lot of paychecks
You should tell my friends, that's how I don't make chump
Now it make sense, let Ndabayeza, let Ndabayeza
Cause we was riding in the bands last night
If I meet her, then she gonna let me bang that night
You know, Lita always gotta get the standard right
Rich, eight figures, she said, that's my type
She said, that's my type
Waistline
Type
Baseline
We might
Slight
Slight
Go
Loco
Loco
Loco
Loco
Loco
Loco
Loco
Go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
In the bank, in the mall, and in the bed
I wasn't coughing, but still, I took me some meds
I jump off of the stage to call Blake
I ain't scared, I ain't scared
Pop a bottle, I'll take it straight to the head
My chill, I just passed out, I ain't dead
Never know what it took for me to get some breath
Whole lot of blood, sweat, and tears getting shed
I gotta go
Loco
Loco
Loco
Loco
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Loco
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