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KXNG Crooked


[Crooked I:]
(Weekly's we back
Illest family in the mothaf*cking rap game hands down)

Fam Biz in this mothaf*cka (uh)
Fam Biz in this mothaf*cka (yeah)
Y'all know what it is in this mothaf*cka

Life im not livin my best one yet
Ice box live in my effin chest
I'm cold hearted like Pac Bishop the resurrection
I'm not RZA inspect the deck n*gga but protect your neck
Or 5 shots send you to heavens steps SHEESH
My god n*gga catch a breath
I'm a mutant Cyclops mixed with Professor X
We both X-men but you transitioning to live as the fairer sex
f*ck n*gga
It's like our hands are tethered y'all scared of us n*gga
It's not a diss
Crooked dropped weekly songs way before the rapper Russ n*gga
Debo tell em whats up n*gga

We in the belly of the beast yeah the beast pregnant
I'm coming out the cut like a C-section
In the land full of Crips that's the C section
In the city by the sea that's the ..
Livin life in the trenches to hit a lick is vital
n*gga this survival of the fittest better get a rifle
Imma start pushing white like the Christian Bible
And your religion that's stricken with Vitiligo like my n*gga Michael
We the New Slaughterhouse
With no Drama we kick Benedict Arnolds out
Kick Em out the car and yell this is Sparta while the car in route
Now we literally had a falling out

Yo you might see me as a quiet n*gga
But Dice is also a shooter they call me Kawhi Leonard
A silent killer I snipe n*ggas
My choppa hit any pus*y it ain't got no type n*gga
Just wait till our album drop
The sh*t's harder than marble countertops we finna
Flood the streets and drown the block
You can't count us out we don't know how to stop n*gga
You mothaf*ckas ain't driven like us
You trippin if you think the hate is getting to us
I can look in the mirror while I'm di*king a sl*t and still couldn't see Myself giving a f*ck

I don't ever trip on what a whore says
A chick knows I don't take lip unless it's for head
UH you wanna get buck?
You wanna get bucked?
I wanna get bucks (Yuh)
Not gonna give up
Couple stars in the group you can call us big dipper
Some of you are near sighted you don't see the big picture
Time to chew you n*ggas call it crunch time
You front in your lines call it front line
A chick told me you and I are one I inserted the D now you and
I are done
Imma be the first to win a human race on this earth mane
I'm supposed to be in first place in the first place

[KXNG Crooked:]
I pull up on your block and I bleed it
Blueface (let the hammer blast)
Put a bag on you anywhere you breathing
(Anywhere... suitcase.. that's a travel bag)
Baby girl like to swallow should have seen it
(What toothpaste.. what you smiling at)
Her ass like a peach that's a new meaning (for what?) Fruitcake (That's an apple ass)
n*ggas ain't intelligent smart is the new swag every lyric made of Medicine I'm in a new bag
I'm balling like David Letterman in my favorite Letterman
I'm wavy as a Navy veteran rocking a Durag I hop in a blue Jag
My pistol is itching to shoot a dude into a different dimension like toodaloo
Like solving a Rubiks cube using telekinesis I ain't gotta touch a Square to twist him in different positions
Now who are you?
Cause me I'm loco and unstable
Still get calls from Execs who run labels
I know the squad is soon to be popping
Cause opportunity knocking like Sugar free on the lunch tables
(Uh uh uh uh)
Like Sugar free on the lunch tables (ah)
(Uh uh uh uh)
Like Sugar free on the lunch tables

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