kxng crooked - okyoufeelindat? lyrics
[chorus]
everybody talking ‘bout opps, okay, my opps are the cops
okay, my opps are the thots that don’t know me
tryna throw me that box for popular props
okay, hate it when a dying piece zoom in on my timepiece
like it’s a binocular watch
if baby can’t answer the questions i ask her, then i’m an anti+vaxxer
i’m blocking the shots, okay, you feelin’ that?
[verse 1]
back with the venom rap, the gun i’m concealin’ that
drop top pontiac, you know where the ceiling at
the game is a necrophiliac and a sacrophiliac
‘cause they f+cked me and left me for dead
but i’m really back, gettin’ rid of thе silly rap
crook an anesthetic, i’m cinematic
i hit thе pen and pad with the illest iliad
i’m hitting homies like i’m up to bat with a philly’s hat, 9 milli strap
i’mma peel a cap where all you milli vanilli’s at
i’mma run the city until the day my achilles snap
this is piggyback, i’m carrying instrumentals
and burying instrumentals when me and the beat interact
woah, get a piece of this ether
depopulation, the sh+t is getting deeper
i pay microsoft for a brand+new xbox
even though i know bill gates the grim reaper
[chorus]
everybody talking ‘bout opps, okay, my opps are the cops
okay, my opps are the thots that don’t know me
tryna throw me that box for popular props
okay, hate it when a dying piece zoom in on my timepiece
like it’s a binocular watch
if baby can’t answer the questions i ask her, then i’m an anti+vaxxer
i’m blocking the shots, okay, you feelin’ that?
[verse 2]
back and i’m k!llin’ sh+t, that’s the realer sh+t
on my mac miller sh+t, at the dealership
nikes on my feet, but i’mma grab the illest whip
illegal guns, but the tags legitimate
squad actin’ ignorant, stop actin’ innocent
pop, that’s the end of it, shots blast your tenements
combat with militants, broadcast the vigilance
mob hat and pendletons, cob, that’s the syndicate
i was never just a n+gga on the block
my mom was at work, i was really on the clock
a penny for my thoughts, hit the l!ck ice cold
but it went down smooth like henny on the rocks
long beach lookin’ pretty on the yachts
my city’s on the docks, i really spent 50 on a watch
i never had pity on the cops
until my last day like biggie told the lox
i came in this game in a chinchilla
with ashanti, worth about six figures
when you’re young, six figures is a rich n+gga
slaughterhouse made my cob clique bigger
on tv spittin’ with eminem and big tigger
that’s a whole lotta stars like the big dipper
that’s a whole lotta bars you get disfigured
i’ll punish you, son, like you chris rivers
game, why am i so heartless?
‘cause the whole f+ckin’ industry is artless
if you don’t even know what the art is
how the f+ck are you an artist?
[chorus]
everybody talking ‘bout opps, okay, my opps are the cops
okay, my opps are the thots that don’t know me
tryna throw me that box for popular props
okay, hate it when a dying piece zoom in on my timepiece
like it’s a binocular watch
if baby can’t answer the questions i ask her, then i’m an anti+vaxxer
i’m blocking the shots, okay, you feelin’ that?
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