[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked]
Sinister minister, you're listening to the honorable
KXNG Crooked, the carnivore at the carnival
I keep a spark that'll blow your body to particles
And send lead at you that'll edit you like an article
Even my children stories have insane scripts
I'm six chain Rick like my nickname's Slick
Every song I've written is equivalent to dues playing strip poker in prison 'cause my pen game's sick
I wanna change, please believe me lord
I'm not evil but living illegal, it brings rewards
The block reminds you with drugs in it
The deer move without me even touching it
Like the hood is a ouija board
This for the criminals under gun towers
Baby mommas spittin' out seeds without the sunflower
My homies drink rum for hours and puff sour
This is for my writers in the street with they trunk pounding
Just turn it up, louder

[Chorus]
Gun powder and blood stains
Divided by one thing
The power and drug gang
Yeah, I'm a street poet
Yeah, I'm a street poet
My city the grittiest
He came with a fifty-clip
Make it rain in your city, quick
Yeah, I'm a street poet
Yeah, I'm a street poet
Yeah, I'm a street poet
[Verse 2: Presice85]
World full of hatred, hopped out the matrix
With eight clips, and three K's like a racist
Forget court, I skipped the case
Get filleted with ninja blades, split your face
Six grenades, they won't get a trace
Every Uzi, my [?] will make a movie
I'm a giant kind of movie, even if they would shoot me
Street's trying to recruit me, I was busy bumping Kool G
Got the blue's like I'm Tookie and I'm [?] in the puki
Welcome to the new jack
Narcos mixed with boom bap
Sharp nose in the bootstrap
Ya'll don't want to do that
Escaping death in this game of chess, I'm saying less
Yoga style, washed away my paper stretch
Scoop out piranhas with honor
J's on, no Balenciagas
Could [?] the table, Betty [?]
No killer rap, but I kill this track
Shoes on the phone lines
With your body still attached

[Chorus]
Gun powder and blood stains
Divided by one thing
The power and drug gang
Yeah, I'm a street poet
Yeah, I'm a street poet
My city the grittiest
He came with a fifty-clip
Make it rain in your city, quick
Yeah, I'm a street poet
Yeah, I'm a street poet
Yeah, I'm a street poet