Lyrics:
with my jucks
Throw the streets get nothing with my homie
Chucks on my feet like nigga how want me?
On it, go it, rollie, ridin'
Gang back, actor,
feet yeah just move your feet
Just move your feet
Like we do it in the street
You already know me
Lil Andrew Carnegie
Just keep it clean
You know we rep
What's it to ya on my mental
Yo saying who the shooter
When I don't know it make me touch luger
You killing or you telling I don't know a what's sooner
glidin' through the streets
I be shinin' when I rap like
I got diamond in my teeth
And I be slidin' on the beat
And I feel like the Mazoku, a demon in his
don't worry
Look outside the ride and everything will be blurry
All of my friends are moving by feet
But you'll see me driving in my celica up in
KXNG CROOKED, Eastside, Long Beach, California
My name is KXNG CROOKED
I snap on you rappers often
When I'm spazzin' I'm just gettin' my
With my nigga ScHoolboy cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas hatin from afar
Can't catch em know
But they getting smacked when we do
Ra ta ta like we
light
And that's when you can go
You keep straight on v
Until you come to e
That's when you see a big sign that says
Welcome to love street
I
highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil
one,
Yeah,
We should be free, from the shackles that bind us,
But we buy chains, when we celebrate,
We love the gold touch,
Like the Midas,
Blood
get green
Always on go
I gotta get green
Much respect when I'm in these streets
Loubotins
When you look at my feet
Smile, I gold
When you see my teeth
looking for recruits
My father is living proof that it's blood in the fruit
Watched him heal sickle-cell like a simple achoo
Now he at you, by the way bless
halo
Hip-hop ain't dead, consumers changed up
Rappers love to see gold like
The end of a rainbow
I stay low like my socks under my ankles
Play the back
to the end of my lifeline
So when I die
You can say I balled for a long time
The 0-8 Frankenstein, beast like Sasquatch
Feet size thirty-six
Steppin'
love him
When you see me In the street
I want my roses
Spread em down to my feet
I want my roses
While i could still see
Don't give me no praise
When I'm
With my nigga ScHoolboy cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas hatin from afar
Can't catch em know
But they getting smacked when we do
Ra ta ta like we
trillions
The cost of weapons ran into zillions
There's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet
And the children in Africa don't even eat
Flies on their
trillions
The cost of weapons ran into zillions
There's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet
And the children in Africa don't even eat
Flies on their
the streets till my feet got tired
'Cause I ain't wanna have my shoes on them power lines
But I made it, and it made me
I know I did wrong, I prayed to God
always do what I should and I was misunderstood
So many nights I tried
To hide how I felt, I would cry inside
And I ran through the streets till my feet
know why they be sellin' dreams, ain't no way that I'ma buy at all
Niggas mad at Rachel Dolezol, BET owned by Viacom
Welcome to my work station tho,
Finished my second LP without a Dr. Dre track
You can take my soul but can't take my plaques
I'm the motherfucking snare when it touch the beat
I'm the 808
to say
Back in the day, when I met Dre
I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof
That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof
He'd
scared to hit
They some pussy niggas
Full of all that hoot’n hollering
Won't touch the trigger
Scared to go to jail they’ll see hell when I see them niggas
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