Crooked I (KXNG Crooked)

[fox69]

"Fuck U Pay Me"
(feat. Twista & K-Young)

"Fuck U Pay Me"
(feat. Twista & K-Young)



[Verse 1: Twista]
Black diamonds, black mink in the black Cadillac, y'all
Look at Crooked I
Now look at I
See how I pull up and the bitch'll come out like I don't
Sugar pie
Don't you want to get up under a pimp of magnificent lyricism
Bad bitches with rhythm
When the women come to making their money, they only doing shit to benefit em
All of the tricks be happy when they get up with 'I'm
On top of the world after doing business with 'I'm
Hardly gone, a feminine up in em
It'll have em moving so as if they got the ventilator venom
And it's sicker to get em in trouble
In the bubble, I only want to see em rolling up the kush
And all of my bitches is thick
If you do not believe me, then just take a look
They spending their money cause I got the ho and she look too fly on the track
Straight pimping like Bishop cause Crooked to Twista is like Superfly and The Mack
And I know you think I'm bogus cause I'm telling these bitches
To go on and peel back they purses
It's just a metaphor
For me talking about the way I pimp these verses

[Hook: K-Young]
Tell them fuck you, pay me
No matter how much green I have, bitch
I'll never fill your bank account
Fuck you, pay me
Bitch, my dick is better than your pussy

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Uh oh, here we go
C-R-double O, I'm bout to pimp me a ho
My deadbeat pops had pimping in his genes
The only thing he gave me since a embryo
Uh oh, there she go
Now I'm bout to put her in a video
D-boys give her them rubber band stacks
Now I got dirty money like Diddy, though
I'm a clumsy robber
I'm a butterfinger burglar, mayne
I'm a drop that jewel
Let me explain, I'm a fill your brain with game
But if you come lame, girl, we not that cool
I'm a goddamn fool
I'm a lean my top hat and pop that tool
Get my guap back, you'll
Know that I'm that dude from a top mack school
And a block that rule - read my tattoo
That's C.O.B., it mean cash over bitches
Crip or Blood, conducting organized business
Circle of bosses, cartel of ballers
Cussing out broads and we crossing over bridges
Help a nigga get rich and richer
Do you get the picture?
When the pimping hits ya I
Clock game from Mister Twista
He taught me how to rock like Twisted Sister
I twist your sister
I put her on the block til she get some blisters
I put her on the map til the vixen bitches fly
Put her on her trap like she's spitting a written to the rhythm with Mister I
The pimp game's so ominous
And you know Dominick's not synonymous with monogamous
Nah, it ain't misogynist
It's a metaphor to tell you that hip-hop is my bottom bitch

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Fun"

"Fun"


Okay, bust a freestyle, all right hold up, I say...

I come through in a white jacket in an African snapback
Niggas sleep on me like a cat nap
Till I put them cats in a napsack (zip 'em up)
Flap jack, that mean we put the crack in the pan for cake
Now we trappin' with ASCAP
No more traffickin' that pack puttin' crack in the ass crack
We was running with them rocks like Joey
Chasin' Drake fans in a hatchback
Now its extravagant rappin' hazardous HAZMAT
And treatin' our history like Cam Newton we scramblin' past that
Yeah, I bring the heavens down to show you frail as fuck
This Bizarro world now 'cause what the hell is up?
If you hella suck I'ma shell him up
Take you down with eagles and choppers like a flock of birds landing on top of a helicopter
And got the propeller stuck
It's poultry salad
When you yellin' "He won't even let us duck!"
Rock paper scissors I go hard when the check is cut
You cocksuckers could tell us what?
You so busy inhaling nut you could spit on a sperm bank and help impregnate seven sluts
Meanwhile I pull the Mac out and blow your back out
See that was a 90's bar
The era of Jerry Stackhouse
This the Lebron Curry era
I'm going the Mike Jack route, when he was bleachin' his skin
'Cause for the cream, I'm ready to black out
Speaking of bleach
You should sit in them old bleachers while we reachin' our goals, we goal reachers that's on
Jesus with no preachers
These assholes are so scared to face, the ski mask flow
Why you think half my songs ain't got no features?
They shook to death
Like one song their life is over
Like the days of million dollar videos they hype is over
Like, "Peace nice to know ya!"
My iron mic persona split the wigs of dons and kings and fuck that fight promoter
I saw you endorsing Trump, sell-out
I'm eating chicken and lasagna (why's that?)
Why chicken and lasagna?
'Cause when I hit you with the llama
You was sittin' in the front room, and landed in the kitchen with your Mama, who was cookin' chicken and lasagna
I eat your food nigga, with a crazy I'll scheme
Navy Seal team, I sit you with Osama
Shadyville King bitch I'm with the drama
I ain't with all them silly rhymes
I'm into loading a Mac milli a million times
I'm into spittin' a gazillion lines about the different times I committed crimes
I'm into being a menace I'm into finishing innocent lyricists
Even if that nigga is in his prime
I'm into showing that nigga the finish line
I'm into getting up into his mind
With the illest sentences invented from the realest lyricist still living a living legend I'm still getting mine
On this independent grind, COB!

 

[fox69]

"G's Us"
(feat. Roc Marciano)

"G's Us"
(feat. Roc Marciano)



[Chorus:]
They tried to separate us G's but they never could
They tried to separate us G's but they never could
They tried to separate us G's but they never could
Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love
Divide and conquer is the method but it's understood
We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

Hold up Crook you going to hard man
They been waiting for this for a minute

[Chorus:]
They tried to separate us G's but they never could
Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love
Divide and conquer is the method but it's understood
We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

[Verse:]
Yeah, Croo let's go my nigga
Blowing smoke out the outie
My spread be smelling like mountie
Federalies on the hills that led the battles
Blowing smoke out the outie
My spread be smelling like mountie
Federalies on the hills that led the battles
Blowing smoke out the outie
My spread be smelling like mountie
Federalies on the hills that led the battles
Stray the dames, great capillaries
Caress fatties, piggy ray canary
Cuban lane Miami
Virgin Mary turn a purple caddy
Gary sweet callin' purple candy
Talking bird out of the panties
Swallow brandy, I fly to where Sandy
You lay south up in your camp
Be like glam me
Old hammer blammer AT, melt some,
Cans, a bottle of wine, I set the belt buckles
The bare I hustle, had the snout lustful
Blow the spot like a mushroom
And takin' the truck fumes
I taste the crushed food, drink a cup full
Display the Jacob on the cuff too
My gain is plush blue, my waste day on a bus rule
My butt laying in a plush coupe, fuck you
Nigga
My butt laying in a plush coupe like fuck you

[Chorus:]
They tried to separate us G's but they never could
Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love
Divide and conquer is the method but it's understood
We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

[Verse:]
Calli niggas drive the meanest chargers
We Robin Hoods like the english archer
Pouring our liquor for the dececed departure
Tell the Grim Reaper that we his parteners
Cut the grass low, you snake niggas meet your gardners
Gun sleeping in my waist, don't awake my stainless
You interrupt his power neck, he gonna make you famous
It took a long time for the world to let me display my cadence
Like a hospital chaplain, I had to pray for patience
It's all scietific, my mind's higher lifted
I wrote note thy self in the Pyramides and hieroglyphics
I steal fire bisquits, street soldier I enlist it
I hope in your world that in 2012 don't get the mayans twisted
For metazine and vodka that's the gasoline bottle
I broke a cigar, smoke on a show magazine model
That Ferrari squat, she has a scene throttle
It cost an arm and a leg, the amputee auto
About my lutes and lieutenants want to recruit me
But generals already absolutely salutely

[Chorus:]
They tried to separate us G's but they never could
Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love
Divide and conquer is the method but it's understood
We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

[Outro:]
It's all love
It's all love

 

[fox69]

"G.A.N.G Up (Grind And Never Give Up)"
(feat. Medi)

"G.A.N.G Up (Grind And Never Give Up)"
(feat. Medi)



[Chorus:]
I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy
Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don't lay this
The motherfucking really want me to stop it
You better make me, make me, make me
All black pimps driving black Mercedes
Ride around town with my shit all creaky
Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop
You gotta make me, make me, don't make me
[Verse:]
Why still rap my nigga 'cause I'm the truth
The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve
Why still rap my nigga 'cause I'm the truth
The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve
Why still rap my nigga 'cause I'm the truth
The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve
Riding on the train when I couldn't buy a coupe
I was inspired by Cube, just like I admire Snoop
Digging in the crates I'm just tryin' to find a loop
Then I rhyme over your head like I'm trying to design a roof
You only get one shot, I'm the type to shoot
No disrespect to LeBron but Kobe gon' find the hoop
I'm a do it, my homie say wassup, nigga listen
I ain't dissing but this is constructive criticism
You been rapping all your life my nigga
I think it's time to drop the mic my nigga
I ain't wanna knock advice
So everytime I spit I hit acapella on stage
I drop the mic my nigga
See I'm out on boxing life
And I won't throw in the towel
And stop the fight, not tonight, nigga
[Chorus:]
I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy
Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don't lay this
The motherfucking really want me to stop it
You better make me, make me, make me
All black pimps driving black Mercedes
Ride around town with my shit all creaky
Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop
You gotta make me, make me, don't make me
[Verse:]
Ain't no quitter any bullshitter,
Any forfeiter in me if I'm chasing more benjies
Please don't continue, it's the poor nigga in me
Waging a war against pennies
If I get it from singing, may the Lord forgive me
So much game in the hood
I'm observing plenty from OG's
As I reach in I pour some in here
In a cup, It's Pac and Eminem
It's against all odds
And I don't give a fuck man, I don't give a fuck
Yeah that's what's up
I slap hands with Hove
I gave dept to Pov
I got game from Russel
I think that's enough motivation
And never let succes pass me up
Master P told me, keep both feet in the game
Inspiration came from too many people to name
Now that I'm up yeah I got to keep it the same
I gave new rappers a brand new meaning for game
[Chorus:]
I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy
Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don't lay this
The motherfucking really want me to stop it
You better make me, make me, make me
All black pimps driving black Mercedes
Ride around town with my shit all creaky
Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop
You gotta make me, make me, don't make me

 

[fox69]

"Gangsta Rap"
(feat. Scarface, Treach)

"Gangsta Rap"
(feat. Scarface, Treach)



[Verse 1: Scarface]
Now flip with a nigga, as we dip through the Dirty
Four-tops, spin out and bent up to thirty
I only ride for homies, 'cause hoes ain't worthy
Never put a bitch before your road doggs, ya heard me?
Plus, we do shit other rappers can't feel
Like, hangin' in the same spots we hung out for the deal
For real, the ghetto ain't a pop song, Cutty
The ghetto bodies get up, get out, and get nutty
And fool, do it 'til the death if you have too
Just get the fuck up off the cuts, 'fore they grab you
And have you doin' penitentary time
Got these rap cats thinkin', if they shit to lift rhymes
If you ain't in the streets, then nigga,
stick to the balance, or get caught up
Tossed up, in this bitch, like a salad
Dedicated to my niggas out here stuck in the trap
I deliver it just like I live it, it ain't rap
Trust me

This is really that gangsta boggie [x2]
That gangsta [x4]

[Chorus]
This is for the ballers
Gangsta rap!
What all the hoes love
Gangsta rap!
What you hop your 6-4 to?
Gangsta rap!
You can do what you want to
Gangsta rap!

Yeah, this is for the ballers
Gangsta rap!
What all the hoes love
Gangsta rap!
What you hop your 6-4 to?
Gangsta rap!
You can do what you want to
Gangsta rap!

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
What did you fall in the spot?
You could say that they callin' a cop
I'm robbin' niggas, whether they ballin' or not
The Steven Segal of the block
Clock you with a pool ball in a sock
Pop you and crawl off in a drop
Dodger hatted-up
I'm fly as a shot when it hovers
A mix between Morpheous and Matrix
In rocket in colors
Tell me, can I...
Rip 'em up? This a jack
Keep them hands high
Stick 'em up
No Metropolis, stoppin' this apocalypse
You couldn't see this novelist
With positive and optimistic results from an optometrist
G shit, that we dreeze, ah!
I'm in that L... B... C... G
And we's, domes like two head soldiers
I'm ghetto enough to go platinum on bootleg versions, uh-huh!
Strapped, jumpin' outta the caravan
Kids turn the channel, now I'm finna smoke the camera man

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Treach]
I got a question, what's the question?
"What is gangsta rap?"
Is it gangsta niggas that's rappin'?
Or rappin' niggas that act?
I'll tell you what, gangsta rap ain't even force
It ain't bangin' on wax
With dirty backs
Gettin' slapped at The Source
Hmmph, comin' in with your toes pointed out
Runnin' quicker than the bitches and the hoes runnin' out
Don't be pussy and shoot my kids
The set trip, next shit
And I'll make it out, to be East & West shit
I took a [?], then bless it
Manhandle the message
Double my records, Death Row the best shit
Built in L.A.!
You lay, then pay
Still [?] in [?]
You're laid out the same day

This is really that gangsta boggie [x2]
That gangsta [4 times]

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Get Off Tha Block"
(feat. Phobia)
(from "Dysfunktional Family" soundtrack)

"Get Off Tha Block"
(feat. Phobia)
(from "Dysfunktional Family" soundtrack)



[Intro]
Yeah it's only right the Bad Guy hook up with the Bad Girl...
Phobia... woo!
Aha! It's Tha Row World Order baby
Vegas, drop the heat, c'mon... we back!

[Chorus x3: Crooked I & Phobia]
Death Row's back (here we go again)
Death Row's back (you better get off the Block nigga)

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
And we wearing a smile, nuff areas style, who can bury us now?
Listen, (DEATH ROW's BACK) Ghetto America's child
I'm looking down on you, as if I was Darius Miles
I'm an abusive cat, leading cops on an elusive chase
We make music only fools embrace
We can feud dude, choose the place
I keep a tool in waist, lil dude I remove your face, uhh
Finally, you minor league and we major
Major change the way you make your music ain't a gangsta
Gave the gangsta flava they bang in their CD changer
Came to reign within, the game is in danger
Banging hits that ain't even been rivalled
I, carry a rifle, I cherish survival
I'm, the Bad Guy that's my area title
And Suge's the real Simon, so fuck (American Idol)

[Chorus x3]

[Verse 2]
And we banging the R, that's the Row, Death Row we raising the bar
Tell em (Death Row's back!) getting braids in the car
Look at Crooked damn hard work made him a star
Plus meanwhile my team scheme wild for cream
I hustle like I got nineteen mouths to feed
So leave out the scene, speed-down the cops
Or you'll bleed out your spleen we bring out them thieves
This trick is quick to hit ya with some clips to split ya
I'd rather hit ya with some hits than be a permanent fixture
The clips spit, we spit sick, get the picture?
Cos if you spit sicker then niggaz it'd get you richer
And for my enemies I don't care much
They like some ugly ass bitchs taking pictures getting airbrushed
They not who they appear to be, we beating wimps up
I knock a pimp straight down out of his Pimp Cuff

[Chorus x3]

[Crooked I adlibs]

[Verse 3]
And I demands my love, throw ya hands high join the Bad Guy club
(Death Row's back!) why share my thug
Especially when thugging is my anti-drug
Get merked like it's nothing, that's goon talk
Give me three feet you bustaz better moon-walk
Oh yeah we cop the benz, drop the chevvy on them monster rims
While y'all can rock milk-chocolate timbs
Glock shots chop ya limbs, I sock your chin
I'm something different baby who can cop block the skills?
Not your man, you know I got my heater with me
Leavin' you in need of a kidney, come on and sing it with me...

[Chorus x3]

[Outro over chorus: Phobia]
Get off Tha Block.. haha... get off his dick
Yeah, Crooked I nigga... that's right
The realest, the realest Record label nigga...

 

[fox69]

"Get Yo Mob On"
(from "Foolish" soundtrack)

"Get Yo Mob On"
(from "Foolish" soundtrack)



Uh.
All my niggas worldwide nigga.
Oakland, New Orleans, L.A., The Bay Area, New York.
Fa sho nigga.
Shit rough out here.
Let's get this cheddar dogg, open up the shop and wait
Get the spot locked and still don't nothin move but the money
Get your mob on, load it with this Oakland game
Get the fortune, let them suckas pay the price for the fame
Duffle bags like Pheonix, with cash that's stacked up
Room full of killers that's quick to act up
Packed full of thugs, just my dogg's and me
With a tank full of soldiers ready to die for me
Tramautized by the game so my life's been raw
No regard for a coward so nigga fuck the law
I get's my smash on and get's my blast on
To get my dash on, to get my cash on
[Chorus]
Get yo mob on, do yo thug thang
To all my niggas that's deep in the game
Get yo shine on and stay close to your heat
And get down to the sounds of the M-O-B x2
Now unwrap the bricks and chop the zips up
Move all the product and round the doggs up
Gather all my niggas tell em time to eat
Now it's cross seven o'clock nigga, the night's on me
Machines movin loads, the whole block on flow
Pull out the briefcase, give my doggs a go
As I go route it up, you's the M-O-B
Congratulations, operations movin the brick caprise
Get our smash on, doin our thug thang
Now all my niggas holler deep in the game
Yeah, havin money and stackin some change nigga
Yeah, now we stackin some change nigga
[Chorus x2]
Tell ya nigga, this life is a motherfucker.
You only get one shot at this shit man.
Niggas right nigga, fuck all that hatin.
Bein in niggas motherfuckin business nigga.
Them No Limit niggas, Mr. Bavgate, cleve.
Me, Crooked Eye, alias Alfonso Sausa nigga.
Ya know, get yo mob on.
Do yo thug thang.
Nigga, No Limit.
Beats By The Pound, Craig B

 

[fox69]

"Gift Rap"

"Gift Rap"


Eating Korean barbecue, downtown L.A
Something's in my heart like Michel'le
Niggas askin' questions, make me just wanna walk out like Kelly
R. [?] the gods tainted like Slum Village & Dwele
Well they asked me did Eminem drop Slaughterhouse
Did y'all break up since Joe Budden released Slaughtermouse?
Seen you on Peter Rosenberg and Ebro
Your energy was zero, see bro
Is there something y'all wanna about?
And if there is don't play the nice dude
Just pull an Ice Cube if it's the right move
They ain't putting your album out?
Damn these niggas got an attitude
Thought we'd be yo niggas for life, where's the gratitude
All these questions they pointing them in my direction
Like the business end of a Smith and Wesson but I ain't stressing
Just came home, I was in Detroit visiting Marshall's session
To be in the presence of one of the GOATs is still a blessing
Fuck yeah

Is it really the end of Slaughter?
Did them niggas intend to pen the hardest shit in the mainstream
And then sacrifice they self to a major label
So underground lyricist wouldn't have to? Is them niggas just some martyrs?
We taking no losses
You're comments are nailing us to four crosses
But you didn't even see the four fins in the water, sharks nigga
I know you want to see the beef but it's over when you see the teeth
Individually and collectively we feed the streets
Taking it beat for beat, we gon' cook up when you need to eat, come on
We pledge allegiance to that slaughter flag
And that $20 bill Em gave us to autograph
After we signed the Shady contract and became part of his artist staff
Why would we stiff you and leave y'all the tab
After we all called a cab? Nah, we here to give you what you ought to have
Uplift you with real shit so everbody ain't gotta dab
Damn, this make me wanna see my niggas soon
Fly to Detroit just to freestyle in Nickel's living room
Fly to New Jersey, I knew Joey would bring the strippers through
Then hit up Brooklyn, me and Joell gon' sell a zip or two
We the illest crew

Oh man, Slaughterhouse nigga
The gift rap, Merry Christmas
Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa
Happy Holidays, all that shit
Yeah Housegang man, we ain't going nowhere
We the illest crew
Oh yeah, that album coming out bitch

 

[fox69]

"GiveUDatHammer"

"GiveUDatHammer"


And I've just received word that our forces have won a major victory
The underground terrorist network has been destroyed here on the West coast

The outlaw rebel party COB
Has been identified as national terrorists
They have taken over Section 7
And claimed it as their stronghold
Any politician caught crossing the border has been warned
This is a no-fly zone for them
Outlaw hideout, we in this mother fucker deep
Politician come around here, we gon' leave him dead under a sheet
Already told y'all, trespass we gon' give your ass the beam
We took the wings off you maggots
This a no-fly zone man down in the streets
Welcome to the banana republic
Everybody's bananas, bandanas and thug shit
Can you imagine a city the size of Atlanta mixed with Santa Annna
Abandoned and famished 'cause this is the land of the fuck shit
The chicks with the shits too
Naw brah I don't think you wanna find out
They pull up on you on a motorcycle with a loaded rifle
Pretty ass bitch blow your mind out
She just giving enemies creases
Police is ripping niggas to pieces
So we just giving sinners to Jesus
Believe it, pick a trigger and squeeze it
Repeat it, kill a pig in the precinct
G shit
And I don't give a fuck
As long as my Cuban got a light
As long as my movement down to fight
Aight
Swear to God they gon' make a movie out our life
If you come around here

Imma give you that hammer
Yeah Imma give you that hammer
Even if its live TV
Imma smile for the camera
Imma give you that hammer
Imma give you that hammer
Yeah Imma give you that hammer
Even if its live TV
Imma smile for the camera
Imma give you that hammer

Where you gonna hide when the killers outside
In the pitch black and you hear (whistle)
Where you gonna hide when the killers outside
In the pitch black and you hear (whistle)
Where you gonna hide when the killers outside
In the pitch black and you hear (whistle)
Where you gonna hide when the killers outside
In the pitch black and you hear (whistle)
They coming

What the fuck are you doing
Tell me what the fuck are you doing
Don't come around here talking gang gang gang
If you ain't fucking with the movement
What the fuck are you doing
Tell me what the fuck are you doing
Don't come around here talking gang gang gang
If you ain't fucking with the movement

If you ain't down with the outlaw, outlaw
We in this mother fucker deep
Fuck a wolfpack man
I can make a killer outta sheep
That's why I'm hunted by the empire
They came to kill me in my sleep
But I was gone by the time the fools tripped my alarm
I heard that bitch go dee-dee-dee-dee

Fuck the empire

Imma give you that hammer
Yeah Imma give you that hammer
Even if its live TV
Imma smile for the camera
Imma give you that hammer
Imma give you that hammer
Yeah Imma give you that hammer
Even if its live TV
Imma smile for the camera
Imma give you that hammer

 

[fox69]

"God Bless Dope Rappers"
(feat. Noah King)

"God Bless Dope Rappers"
(feat. Noah King)



[Noah King:]
Ugh huh
Yeah
Ugh huh
Yeah
Watch out
I know how it's supposed to go
But relax though
Yeah
Chwup

[Noah King & KXNG Crooked:]
What's it gon' be? (Hey)
When the song going 'round like you don't know
What's it gon' be? (Hey)
When the fire burning tires burning whee (Hey)
Going to play this game to the day that we die (Huh?)
Going to ride until we see the sunrise (Yeah, he-ey)
Watch out now
God- God-
God bless dope rappers
God bless dope rappers

[KXNG Crooked:]
Ugh
Off the head, let it begin
This is freestyle, I'm the no-ink-pen-kingpin
This is off the cuff, let it link in
That's cufflink dog, let the bar sink in
Rappers falling off the deep end
You gon' be real or fake?
You need to make your mind
You've got a Gucci belt
You've got a Gucci watch
Now I truly understand why you're wasting time
Me? I'm grabbing the cash, baby
I'm rapping in packed stadiums
Spazzing, just ask Shady
And after that fact your lady
Is giving me mad cranium
And I never trust a hater
They devils like Tasmanians, man
Nah, they don't want to play with the skill
Any rapper you name, I will kill
I'm flipping through the magazine
Just another lame with a deal
Tell me - you want the fake or the real?
Huh?

[Noah King & KXNG Crooked:]
What's it gon' be? (Hey)
God bless dope rappers
When the song going 'round like you don't know
What's it gon' be? (Hey)
God bless dope rappers
When the fire burning tires burnin' we (Hey)
God bless dope rappers
Going to play this game to the day that we die (Till we die!)
God bless dope rappers
Going to ride until we see the sunrise (Yeah, he-ey)
God bless dope rappers
Watch out now
God- God-
God bless dope rappers (Yeah)
God bless dope rappers (Yeah)

[KXNG Crooked:]
God bless dope rappers
That ain't art you're making, it don't grab us (Nah!)
I'm from the streets, I roll with fo' sho' trappers
And they don't sing like you, they tote clappers (Pow, pow!)
God damn, you're making the same hits
You roll in the same whip you after the same chick
You talking the same shit
My perspective is record executives
Did plug your neck and injected the same chip in you
Controlling your mind so effortless
But I'd rather talk about my baby neck in this
Ass like a horse plus she's fly
That's why I call her Pegasus
After I hit it, where the breakfast is?
Daddy's little girl
Some ride or die, some won't
Some Erykah Badu, some Erykah Ba-Don't
I like them intelligent with that Erykah Badonk
Real nigga, fake nigga - whatchu' want?
Huh?

[Noah King & KXNG Crooked:]
What's it gon' be? (What's it gon' be?) (Hey)
God bless dope rappers
When the song going 'round like you don't know
What's it gon' be? (Hey)
Yeah, God bless dope rappers
When the fire burning tires burnin' we (Hey)
God bless dope rappers
Going to play this game to the day that we die (Huh?)
God bless dope rappers
Going to ride until we see the sunrise (Yeah, he-ey)
God bless dope rappers
Watch out now
God- God-
God bless dope rappers
God bless dope rappers

[KXNG Crooked:]
Yeah
It's alright
You're tuned in
You're tuned in
Hahahahahahaha
Dope rapper
We had to switch it up, man
A glitch in The Matrix
You can go back to that wack shit now
Hahahahahahaha