Текст пісні KXNG Tut - KXNG Crooked

KXNG Tut

Yeah, take a look at me and see a titan on a throne\nMe and my niggas we keep a bad bitch biting on a bone\nHold up though, what you lil' niggas know?\nHow you writin' on a song\nHella pathetic with telekinetics\nStart thinking of lines and my pen start writing on its own\nThe Jedi Order, I mastered this shit; a jedi warrior\nYeah I warned you\nI’ma be keeping you one eye on ya\nLike an insomniac, nigga with a dead eye\nHow much you wanna bet I hoard the—Illest shits alive\nI had a dream I was playing footsies with a girl from\nSo I walk up out the bed I ordered\nI took her from Florida, she a red-eye border now\nI’m rubbing the clit, she sucking the dick\nWho’s pussy is this? I ain’t even need to ask\nBut that’s as far as I’ma go though\nI’ma let you freaky niggas black twitter, eat her ass\nBack to the grind, probably think I’m with the Kinkos just to sing you this song\nSo many facts in the rhymes\nCrooked I’s back in his prime\nBut nowadays they call me the KXNG\nK-X-N-G though\nThe X is roman numerals (For ten)\nI’m times better than I ever been\nSick as an embryo\nEven before then the Greek historian\nthis he let history know\nThe face of the Sphinx\nThe drawing on the Pyramid’s walls\nWas all of this Negro?\nI’m a motherfuckin' king\nAll hell\nYou can hate on me and I’ma wish y’all well\nCuz on the stairway to heaven I saw Hell\nDid it all with my C.O.B. cartel\nThe way I be rocking the bells I should call L\nI don’t want problems at all\nBut if the beef pop in the streets\nWe would start beat-boxing\nBoo-boo-ta-ta\nI don’t understand the mentality\nOf niggas who wanna randomly challenge me\nIn the band of reality\nAutomatically mad at me\nCuz I won’t hand 'em a salary\nDemanding me to give 'em what’s mine\nYou outta ya mind, thinking you can fuck with the family\nNigga that has to be insanity\nYou understanding me\nI’m Amityville mixed with\nMister Hannibal Lector packing a hammer to shatter you\nGet it poppin' like Shabba-Doo\nGet your wig peeled\nGet your face on the windshield\nGot to grab you off the glass like an alley-oop\nDo the shit and burn rubber in a Caddy Coupe\nCali boys, we ain’t like y’all rap stars\nBut we do like jewelry and fast cars\nI’d rather fill this room with hoes, chill\nAnd forget about 12 on the last bars\nK-X-N-G though\nThe X is roman numerals (For ten)\nI’m times better than I ever been\nIn a room full of rappers I’d be the elephant\nElephant in the room cuz nobody wanna mention\nThat I been one of the best on the West\nSince I touched down on corrupt sound\nOn the streets is a motha'\nMothafucka that’s one thousand