black & yellow (hhw 13 reloaded)
Singer:crooked i
the westcoast ain't the same without me
this how we do it in the lbc
turn it up let it vibrate the streets
i'm from the hood where grandparents are 35
i hustle but still i'm certified
last nigga who shot i heard he died
cause my address is 187 east murder drive
all the pain in the my past i gotta verbalize
my tears drop on the song
they don't prefer the eyes
a chick left me for that but that was her demise
money cars and jewelry that shit had her astounded
she searched for the essence of me and bounced when she found it
getting goals accomplished
grew up in a lot of projects
on a conquest to digest liquor
in a contest to progress quicker
by making my thought process sicker
homie tell me is it a fact
through negative you can make yourself a prisoner
if so i call them thoughts an unwelcome visitor
i'm a get help from listeners
i told you i'm so grow up i don't need therapy right
america's nightmare carries a mic
and i stay far away from snake fake character types
i vow to never fuck with you like i married a dyke
keep it real when i make a joint
streets tried to break me
couldn't find my breaking point
the other night i had a dream
i seen god he was a beam of light
his physical form was human being like
he gave me a couple of warnings in order for me to keep my life
can't tell you what but i cna say that he was right
i dream 16's homie i don't need to write
pick up a pen in oyur session
i'm just trying to be polite
cover my genius up cause rappers are envious
when i say i finished my verse they like is he serious"