I'm the Dayton's on a '66
I'm the finger prints on them Freeway Ricky bricks
I'm the clicky-click hiding under them dickey fits
I'm the frozen bling like the nose of a cocoa fiend
I'm the drippy-drip from the city that only birthed Crippy Crips (whistles)
You don't know me?
I'm the illest flyest dilla driving Benz's buyin' dippin' on rims and tires
I'm the n***a that keep the snitches quiet
The killer that people's bitch admire
I'm the addiction that burned up Richard Pryor in a kitchen fire
I'm a knife in a prison riot
I AM, the flag in a banger's pocket
Black exеcution, I'm the revolution that came to stop it
I'm thе famous prophet, the great agnostic
The Anunnaki consciousness that gave you knowledge to make all of 'em ancient objects
I'm the Draco that paints the projects, RRRING RRRING n***a!
I'm the bank deposits, cha-ching-ching n***a!
I'm everything n***a!
Who am I? Do or die
I'm the reason that you hold the Ruger high
I'm the first n***a with some money in the city that you ever seen put a eggshell Bentley on the Eastside streets
Pockets greener than arugula
Who am I?
N***a I'm Kxng Crooked I
Bigger Llama's, slangin' weed, get bigger commas
Doin' numbers with that tree like trigonome
This is slaughter (that part)