up 2 the sun
Singer:crooked i
yo greater movement affiliation
i lost a lot of friends in this game you know i mean
a city full of lost niggas wildin'
they hate to see a boss nigga stylin'
red carpet walk across with a stallion
gucci dripping sauce in italian
i just wanna floss like i'm smiling
stay away from false niggas smiling
pay the cost to be the boss
i call it the pen and pad
forgive me i didn't have a dad
they told me i finish last
instead i'm just kicking ass forever
i could feel it when the respect is real
doing business with crook is deeper than a record deal
yet and still i couldn't pay my electric bill
now my every meal is something fly like electric eel
coming up and niggas plotting against ya
hope the coppers will frisk 'em
feel like you talking to winston
memoirs of a fatherless kid
i grew up in a zombie apocalypse crib
in my mind robbery constantly here
think i got you i probably did
i was hungry as a vegan in the meat market
police department lookin' for a street target
now neiman marcus sneakers walk across a mink carpet
i promised god i would stop it soon as my dream started
a soul artist writin' about all of life's test
diamonds all on my ice chest
turn a pawn to a king before the knife falls something like chess
i graduated from a rich thug
seem like they gotta hate you just to get love
in the bed nightmares that my bitch called the feds
that's why i'm at the strip club
tryna get my mind off the leeches and the back stabbers
chillin' in the v.i.p. with a bunch of whack rappers
they mommas was probably crack addicts
moving melodies with my mind telekinetic hella poetic
nobody got better letters embedded in a line
call up a medic i said i'm sticking your neck in a guillotine just to get ahead 'cause you rather pathetic when you rhyme
like the word talk you get the l quiet
i don't wanna hear shit when i'm spittin'
just remember the same letters that spell listen spell silent
i move with a pair of shooters
with barracudas with a pair of rugers that get respected like
cut your wig like some hair remover
sittin' in a pool just like i'm sharing ubers
reminding you niggas that i'm the best ever
seen a lyricist like crooked the west never
i chip you like a poker dealer
nigga i'm on a next level
you boys are pussy as dykes fucking a toy dick
when the beat in my voice click
getting rid of black ass snitches
'cause we don't like that shit up over here
long beach throw my city in the air
it's friday you know i had to come
let's walk right up to the sun my niggas
you know where we at every friday
they ain't fucking with us
ayo active let's get the fuck outta here man
when ya ready bark at your dog