Am I Crazy

Am I crazy or am I just real?
I don't give a fuck what anyone feel
I'ma do me and I say what I want to
Better start crying if you got a problem
Am I crazy or am I just right?
Sorry if the truth isn't freaking polite
I'ma do me and that's all that I got
I'm a crazy or are you the problem?

Don't expect an apology for my reactions
When you never say you're sorry for the things you damage
Don't you tell me it's on me 'cause I'm never here
When yo you deal with adversity by being absent
Got your criticism reads like a damn confession
'Cause your insecurities are so agonizing
They say the truth is a mirror that'll show your flaws
But you love to blame the glass trapped inside it
But you're right, I guess it's me
I'm the problem, I'm the crazy one
Exposing all the truth, because the lies you spin are dangerous
I'm holding you accountable for all the things you say you done
Scared I'll take a shot at you
But you're the one who aimed the gun
It's so painful, but what happens when the guilt gets too heavy?
When the truth gets too loud
Stories that you spin, people start to tune out
Will you hear my side or will I still be the guy that you love to shoot down?

Easy, or am I just real? I don't give a fuck what anyone feel
I'ma do me and I say what I want to
Better start crying if you got a problem
Am I crazy or am I just right?
Sorry if the truth isn't freaking polite
I'ma do me and that's all that I got
Tell me, am I crazy or are you the problem?

Yeah, you're crazy, yeah, you're the problem
Making these promises you can't follow
Yeah, you're crazy, God, you're the problem
They say the truth are hard pill to swallow

Everybody's got opinions
When they never took a risk
Always saying I go further if I change my look and shit
But once they saw the numbers and the money coming in
They became so Peter Pan's trying to get the hooks in it
People push aging genders when they're really full of [] just like a whoopy cushion
I ain't focused on the wrong things
Just because these women throw themselves at my feet don't mean I'm pussy-footing
I use the pendant cushion, all the shots you love to take
I'm not crazy, I'm just someone that you couldn't break
You confused setting boundaries with someone acting strange
Rather be a broke artist than a puppet on a stage, motherfucker

Am I crazy or am I just real?
I don't give a fuck what anyone feel
I'ma do me and I say what I want or better start crying if you got a problem
Am I crazy or am I just right?
Sorry if the truth isn't freaking polite
I'ma do me and that's all that I got, tell me, am I crazy or are you the problem?