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joell ortiz & kxng crooked - cornflakes lyrics

cornflakes lyrics
[intro: kxng crooked]
yeah
these streets is cold, n+gga
they k!llin’ n+ggas in parked cars and sh+t
keep your head on a swivel
keep that machine on you
yeah
live life and rap about it
rap about it, n+gga

[verse 1: kxng crooked]
i could lay n+ggas flat as a underscore (but)
it’s my art i want you to love me for
i could show you the guns i brung to war
why would i jump off the roof for the feds and hang myself with a bungee cord?
long arm of the law, don’t let them suckas reach us
some of you haters, spectators, leavin’ your nose bleedin’, in the upper bleachers
and you rap n+ggas, f+ck your features (word)
the god flow touch your speakers, you need to come to jesus
don’t count the bars on this one
so many firе lines, it’s gon be hard to pick one
i’m just baring my soul ovеr guitars and kick drums
you remember every word i record, wait
let me tell you a story, september 23rd is my born date
little crooked, shaking roaches outta my cornflakes
nothing trendy, all my fashion was worn late
mama’s smokin’ a joint, gettin’ higher than the divorce rate
my pops was a navy vet, overheard him yellin’ “we ain’t got no money, them crackers ain’t pay me yet”
we was in crazy debt, i could see why he maybe left
his white counterparts runnin’, and he takin’ baby steps
mama’s solo now, she’s throwing aretha franklin
she dance around with a smile, but underneath, she achin’
i’m being ignored in class, i think my teachers hatin’ the value i placed on
education’s depreciatin’ (drop out)
my brother started slanging dope, gave him hope
it’s like they gave him more life when they gave him coke
yeah, he bought me a starter jacket, my favorite coat
my cousin was bangin’, he told me “the streets ain’t a joke” (nah)
then he put a gun in my hand
yeah, rusty .38 with tape on the handle
[hook: kxng crooked]
bumpin’ nwa, starch in my d+ckie pants
yeah, bad boy at the party doin’ my itty dance
yeah, if it ain’t about hoes, i ain’t have any plans
it was me and my n+gga, bo, my man fifty grand

[verse 2: kxng crooked]
he had a beef with his older brother, shot him over nothin’
hunnid tears dropped as he told his mother
d+mn, why he do bruh that way?
one in the pen, one in the grave, she lost two sons that day
i bought two guns that day
nah, i’m lyin’ ’cause i didn’t buy ’em, man
we hit a l!ck at the p+wn shop
drove a crackhead’s truck right through the front
non+stop, glass crashin’, it sound like a bomb drop
alarm going off crazy, i grabbed the duffel bag
with some watches and jewelry and it ain’t got a couple mags
bounced out of that b+tch, went to my uncle’s pad
thinkin’ i’ma end up in jail, just like my brother’s dad
d+mn, it’s the environment, bro, crime is a full+time job
ain’t no retirement tho
old man told me, “your generation is violent for sure
and the cemetery’s the only place you dyin’ to go” (go, go)
and he gave me a book called “the destruction of black civilization” by chancellor williams
[hook: kxng crooked]
opened my mind to some knowledge i never had before, yeah
started readin’ more books, went down a rabbit hole, yeah
all your ignorant questions, i got the answer for
like, “why y’all stuck in the hood, actin’ like animals?”

[verse 3: kxng crooked]
poverty’s pandemonium, red+lining the properties
probably that colonial cologne you got on, i could smell racism in the institutions
the victimizer victimize ya and say “stop being a victim”
the sh+t’s confusin’
so when i be cruisin’ the benz, that sh+t is a big illusion
you writin’ songs about your diamonds, my gems are in the music
unify today or you can die today
to keep them roaches outta your cornflakes, you decide the way
but if you go down the wrong road, you know how the story go
(they got ya)
say h+llo to the homie bo (hey, what up?)

[hook: kxng crooked]
n+ggas homeless and hungry but they don’t want us doin’ crimes
stole the whole f+ckin’ country but we the ones who doin’ time
keep my third eye open, i pay attention to the signs
to my homies that died, see you on the other side

[outro: kxng crooked]
i see y’all on the other side
not now, i got a lotta story left, you know
east side

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