Crime Waves
• Written by Big_Jay
Microwave dinner and dessert, what you get?
Twenty-one years of karma on a collect
On a collect call, made me collect checks
I came in the neck, y'all niggas was next
Y'all fell, couldn't get up, talkin' about pushin' it
Never pushed a gram of nothin', talkin' about cookin' it
Never heard the bacon sizzlin', no one took a risk
Now you gotta face your life and you don't wanna look at it
I left the dope game, same as the rap game
Both made me feel boxed in and trapped in
Gettin' harassed by my fam, that's what's happenin'
Said they was bloods, now they lookin' like crabs, then
Said they was fam, now they lookin' like rats, man
All the fake love, I ain't feelin' attached, man
Ain't no applause for the boy, all the claps, man
Ain't from the hands, it's from the MACs and the straps, damn
I mean, uh, all these records in the trunk
Can't wait to let 'em go, now the waiting's all done
There's plenty room for everyone and everyone will come
Once they heard the skills on the boy, he got some
All the game I done gained, I lost some
Lost my sanity, gained some, lost some
Found the vanity, sold some, bought some
They said they like the music, so I brought some
All the fans wanna know what it's costin'
I said, "Just ask and I'll bring it to your doorstep"
Once the record drops, don't ask, get your order
Get the supply to the man, I got 'em hoarse, yeah
The same hoarse voice that told me I wouldn't be shit
Told me I couldn't be it, my voice told me to keep this
My future told me to keep it
Look what happened when I kept it, the Lord bless it
When you stay true to the self and don't stress it
People come around to help, they won't let it
People come around to help and gon' bless it
We was born with the gifts, so why stress it?
So why test it? Just invest it
I do the introspectin', I never flex
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Big_Jay
Member since February 7 2025