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the weeklys

we back

my-my brother-brother dizz-dizz made this

now it's old versus young

that shit is kinda corny

if you autotuned your album

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' classic tracks

it's too old to be statutory

most the rap media so pussy they had me horny

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 kill

loadin' the chrome with lead

squeezin' the steel

people get killed

sleepin' for real

leavin' a will

worshippin' money

they don't believe in skill

told 'em to go to bed

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 fuck

crackity

crackity

crack

niggas pushin' drugs

blackity

blackity

black

lift my people up

happily live happily ever after

welcome to crook's corner

these young niggas 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' fuck shit for fame

faster than road runners

if you fuck with my game

i'm snatchin' your soul from ya

african soul brother

that's the shit 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' passed 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 fuck 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 nobody else

i'm superior

like takin' a nap on a mirror

guess i was sleepin' on myself

welp

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 fuck

crackity

crackity

crack

niggas pushin' drugs

blackity

blackity

black

lift my people up

happily live happily ever after

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 fuck ass rappers

yeah

real shit

i fuck with y'all though

if you see me

you already know

bark at your dawg