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kxng crooked - life of a bandana lyrics

[intro]
d-mn, look how n-gg-s use me and sh-t
i can’t say sh-t either
they just do whatever they want with a n-gg-
ball me up, throw me in the corner
it’s like i’m a bandana
d-mn
my brother dizz made this
i’m a bandana

[verse]
like the american flag, i seen soldiers die over me
seen mothers cry over me, wipin’ they eyes, holdin’ me
see, i was neutral ’til my designers put some colorful dye over me
red or blue and changed my design totally
cover me in paisley print to give you fashion
’til gang members gave me power
now i’m cut from a different fabric
depend on which pocket you stick the rag in
i’m usually peekin’ out the back of d-ckies, saggin’
bo-born in the factory, shipped to the swapmeet
put up on the shelf along with others of different colors
i see somebody’s arm reach, picked the one that was the color purple like the movie
guess he was reppin’ grape street
days went by, i’m just chillin’ in the store ’til my future owner walked in the door
the hat he wore had old english letters across it that read long beach
i saw his chuck taylors walkin’ across the floor
he pointed at me, i was happy, i finally made it out
we jumped into his blue challenger, music bangin’ loud
we pulled up to his weed spot ’cause was slingin’ loud
he tucked me in his back pocket, now i’m just hangin’ out
yeah, everything was cool ’til he did him some dirt
tied me ’round his head, ain’t your mama’s style, while sippin’ some syrup
ran up on his enemy and instantly went in his shirt
changed his whole energy, i think this n-gg-‘s berserk
did it in broad daylight so all his opps could learn a lesson
before he sent ’em to heaven, start yellin’ the t-rd he reppin’
30 years of life, k!ller took it in 30 seconds
then he used me to wipe his fingerprints off the murder weapon
people filmin’ the victim, they ain’t conscious to his health
they unconscious as him, ain’t even dude some help
we sped off in the car, my owner talkin’ to his self
said it’s his enemy’s fault, he brought the coffin to himself
had to show ’em what was crackin’, he went home, changed clothes
showed up to his son’s birthday party like nothin’ happened
left me in the car tied around his rearview mirror
the windshield clean, nothin’ could make my clear view clearer
i seen a truck pull up, thought it was a family tryna fall through
until they jumped out in bright colors, i think they damu
my relatives tied around they faces, these n-gg-s piru
they saw through the challenger’s windows and knew that i was all blue
one said, “yeah, that’s his car, he gettin’ knocked off”
kicked in the door to the party, start lettin’ shots off
leanin’ against the livingroom wall, that’s where they caught dawg
poor kid, 12th birthday, he seen his pops fall
his auntie rushed to his dad, said, “they shot my brother
shot my brother, they got my brother
oh, god, please, not my brother
somebody call an ambulance
please, somebody, go and call my mother”
his gold watch covered in blood, it was time to k!ll
them n-gg-s did it, then them n-gg-s peeled, that sh-t was real
my owner always said that this bangin’ would get him k!lled
what they did to crip was so coldblooded, i get the chills
at his funeral, his fam and his crew trippin’
head st-tched up in the casket ’cause half of his roof missin’
his suit drippin’, his homie just laid me ‘cross his chest
’cause even after death, this n-gg- ain’t through crippin’
i’m startin’ to gain clarity, just bury me with the n-gg- that carry me
i don’t want no more gangstas wearin’ me
it ain’t cool to die before your parents and apparently the hood got mental problems, you all need some therapy
now here come jeremy, that’s my owner’s son
the one that seen him blasted, starin’ in the casket, face plastic
he told his pops, “go ‘head, rest in peace, daddy
i’ma take of mama, go ‘head and sleep, daddy
you know i’ma be just like you”
then he picked me up, said, “now i’m ’bout this crip life too”
d-mn

[outro]
f-ck
come on, get some f-ckin’ help
get ’em outta here
go get some f-ckin’ help
n-gg-

- kxng crooked lyrics

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