Текст пісні w2cc - KXNG Crooked

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The Weeklys
We back
My-My Brother-Brother Dizz-Dizz Made This
Now it’s old versus young, that shit is kinda corny
If you autotuned your album, you probably ain’t rhymin' for me
I know old has rappers who weep and they kinda bore me
Either wack or you dope, the only two categories
Setting fire to these beats, homie, that’s mandatory
If I’m rapin' classic tracks, it’s too old to be statutory
Most the rap media so pussy they had me horny
Plus they sleepin' on the west, so they tellin' you half the story
First they love the homie Em, then they made him a vulture
Got love for you, Slim, won’t let a hater insult ya
Know what I thought about? Hmm
Without Slaughterhouse it’s an everyday struggle to watch the state of the
culture
Nah, that ain’t a shot at Joe 'cause we was all on rapper’s heads
Now the game feel sedated, we relaxin' on some meds
Even though the game is ours, I like Charlemagne the God
'Cause how can I not applaud? He’s blacker than most celebs
Plus he know the ledge
How many rappers are keepin' it real?
I be on the edge, you rappers are givin' me reason to kill
Loadin' the chrome with lead
Squeezin' the steel, people get killed
Sleepin' for real, leavin' a will
Worshippin' money, they don’t believe in skill
Told 'em to go to bed
Welcome to Crook’s Corner
It’s G’s everywhere, the planet is California
There’s beef everywhere, you slip and you’ll be a goner
Police everywhere, they workin' with them informants
Rappity, rappity, rap, I don’t give a fuck
Crackity, crackity, crack, niggas pushin' drugs
Blackity, blackity, black, lift my people up
Happily live happily ever after
Welcome to Crook’s Corner
These young niggas got the block hotter than Arizona
You see that green cross? That’s the spot with the marijuana
Got high with a pair of stoners, dozed off like it’s Melatonin
Woke up, I was so smashed, I forgot my own phone number
Then I hopped on Instagram to laugh at the troll hunters
Doin' fuck shit for fame, faster than road runners
If you fuck with my game, I’m snatchin' your soul from ya
African soul brother, that’s the shit he be on
Y’all throw a peace sign right after you empty your chrome
Just let the beef slide, on top my city belong
I throw up east side, rockin' five Infinity Stones
So what that beach like? Zoom, I’m rushin' passed a hater
In order to catch me, they need a Flux Capacitator
Yeah, you was real tough until you touched an affidavit
Yall think dope dealin 'a gift, I’d rather fuck with wrappin' paper
Used to ask for collabs, I was reachin' for some help
These rappers fear the collabs, keep the features on the shelf
I don’t need nobody else, I’m superior
Like takin' a nap on a mirror, guess I was sleepin' on myself
Welp
Welcome to Crook’s Corner
It’s G’s everywhere, the planet is California
There’s beef everywhere, you slip and you’ll be a goner
Police everywhere, they workin' with them informants
Rappity, rappity, rap, I don’t give a fuck
Crackity, crackity, crack, niggas pushin' drugs
Blackity, blackity, black, lift my people up
Happily live happily ever after
Yeah
Yah’mean?
It’s the Weeklys
Shout out Colin89, WolvesOverHumans, FaithAdam
RyanUrasie, yeah
Where we at?
Oh, we goin' into, uh, volume three?
Yeah, this the beginnin' of volume three, I guess
I’ma continue to put my cigar out on these fuck ass rappers
Yeah, real shit
I fuck with y’all though
If you see me, you already know
Bark at your dawg