I go loco, loco, loco, locoIn the bank, in the mall, and in the bayI wasn't coughin', but still I took me some medsI jump off of the stage, look how I bleedI ain't scared, I ain't scaredPop a bottle, I take it straight to the headMy n***a chill, I just passed out, I ain't deadNever know what it took for me to get some breathWhole lot of blood, sweat, and tears getting shedI gotta go locoI go loco, loco, loco, locoI said, the minute that I realized I was in a pickleAnd life was too fickle, I had to leave homeI didn't wait for my dismissalBittersweet moment, me and Pop had some issuesChecked the game over, ah, ah, it was simpleGlow my wrist up, glow my p*** upAnd friends start to switch up, of course they didI just never knew that it would hurt like thisAt 24, I thought I seen the lowest pitchThen 25 hit, and I'm like, hoHoly, need a cigarette, let's eat foliesPretending my neck like a goalie, goaliePretending my mind, give me solisPretending my mind, give me solaceThat's why I'm spending my time, give me dollarsThat's why I'm ending my night, give me moreI go loco, loco, loco, loco, locoHey, hey, loco, locoGo, go, go, go, go, go, go, goIn the bank, in the mall, and in the bayI wasn't coughing, but still, I took me some medsI jump off of the stage, look how I bleedI ain't scared, I ain't scaredPop a bottle, I take it straight to the headMy n***a chill, I just passed out, I ain't deadNever know what it took for me to get some breathWhole lot of blood, sweat, and tears getting shedI gotta go locoHey, hey, locoGo, go, go, go, go, go, goGo, go, go, go, go, go, go, goGo, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, goI gotta go locoThat's how I feel when I look at old photosAnd the n***a be as dirty as a hoboAnd we were riding around the city in a poloNow I got a chance, and I gotta make sureSo we get bands and a lot of paychecksYou should tell my friends, that's how I don't make chumpNow it make sense, let Ndabayeza, let NdabayezaCause we was riding in the bands last nightIf I meet her, then she gonna let me bang that nightYou know, Lita always gotta get the standard rightRich, eight figures, she said, that's my typeShe said, that's my typeWaistlineTypeBaselineWe mightSlightSlightGoLocoLocoLocoLocoLocoLocoLocoGo, goGo, go, go, go, go, go, go, goIn the bank, in the mall, and in the bedI wasn't coughing, but still, I took me some medsI jump off of the stage to call BlakeI ain't scared, I ain't scaredPop a bottle, I'll take it straight to the headMy chill, I just passed out, I ain't deadNever know what it took for me to get some breathWhole lot of blood, sweat, and tears getting shedI gotta goLocoLocoLocoLocoGo, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, goGo, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, goLoco*