Close To The Edge - Jelly Roll

There’s only so much pressure a man can take before he just snaps

And perhaps I’ve reached that level of pressure

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 mixtape 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 just 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 pissed baby

I remember CCA, I was sitting in H unit

All I wanna do is come home and make music

I think I’m close to the edge

I think I’m close to the edge

I think I’m close to the edge

I think I’m close to the edge

I think I’m close to the edge

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 pieced that pack, get caught and tell shit

You better believe that I ain’t been in the cell bitch

Yea I go and grab my pistol before I put my pants on

And I promise one thing, I’ll never make a dance song

See I don’t the Dougie and I don’t 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 go on fuck

I think I’m close to the edge

I think I’m close to the edge

I think I’m close to the edge

I think I’m close to the edge

I think I’m close to the edge

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 Worm, 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 tone to intervals

I think I’m close to the edge

I think I’m close to the edge

I think I’m close to the edge

I think I’m close to the edge

I think I’m close to the edge