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kxng crooked - w2cc lyrics

[intro]
the weeklys
we back
my-my brother-brother dizz-dizz made this

[verse 1]
now it’s old versus young, that sh-t is kinda corny
if you autotuned your alb-m, you probably ain’t rhymin’ for me
i know old has rappers who weep and they kinda bore me
either wack or you dope, the only two categories
setting fire to these beats, homie, that’s manadatory
if i’m rapin’ cl-ssic tracks, it’s too old to be statutory
most the rap media so p-ssy they had me h-rny
plus they sleepin’ on the west, so they tellin’ you half the story
first they love the homie em, then they made him a vulture
got love for you, slim, won’t let a hater insult ya
know what i thought about? hmm
without slaughterhouse it’s an everyday struggle to watch the state of the culture
nah, that ain’t a shot at joe ’cause we was all on rapper’s heads
now the game feel sedated, we relaxin’ on some meds
even though the game is ours, i like charlemagne the god
’cause how can i not applaud? he’s blacker than most celebs
plus he know the ledge
how many rappers are keepin’ it real?
i be on the edge, you rappers are givin’ me reason to k!ll
loadin’ the chrome with lead
squeezin’ the steel, people get k!lled
sleepin’ for real, leavin’ a will
worshippin’ money, they don’t believe in sk!ll
told ’em to go to bed

[chorus]
welcome to crook’s corner
it’s g’s everywhere, the planet is california
there’s beef everywhere, you slip and you’ll be a goner
police everywhere, they workin’ with them informants
rappity, rappity, rap, i don’t give a f-ck
crackity, crackity, crack, n-gg-s pushin’ drugs
blackity, blackity, black, lift my people up
happily live happily ever after

[verse 2]
welcome to crook’s corner
these young n-gg-s got the block hotter than arizona
you see that green cross? that’s the spot with the marijuana
got high with a pair of stoners, dozed off like it’s melatonin
woke up, i was so smashed, i forgot my own phone number
then i hopped on instagram to laugh at the troll hunters
doin’ f-ck sh-t for fame, faster than road runners
if you f-ck with my game, i’m sn-tchin’ your soul from ya
african soul brother, that’s the sh-t he be on
y’all throw a peace sign right after you empty your chrome
just let the beef slide, on top my city belong
i throw up east side, rockin’ five infinity stones
so what that beach like? zoom, i’m rushin’ p-ssed a hater
in order to catch me, they need a flux capacitator
yeah, you was real tough until you touched an affidavit
yall think dope dealin ‘a gift, i’d rather f-ck with wrappin’ paper
used to ask for collabs, i was reachin’ for some help
these rappers fear the collabs, keep the features on the shelf
i don’t need n-body else, i’m superior
like takin’ a nap on a mirror, guess i was sleepin’ on myself
welp

[outro]
yeah
yah’mean?
it’s the weeklys
shout out colin89, wolvesoverhumans, faithadam
ryanurasie, yeah
where we at?
oh, we goin’ into, uh, volume three?
yeah, this the beginnin’ of volume three, i guess
i’ma continue to put my cigar out on these f-ck -ss rappers
yeah, real sh-t
i f-ck with y’all though
if you see me, you already know
bark at your dawg

- kxng crooked lyrics

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