Crinz

This by anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

And please never disrespect my set

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

I don't want you to have my permit yet

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

A clever idea to take something they said

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Like sally mae on college debt

One time for the ville that cole rep

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

So if i do call it's just a check

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Sunroof flow so over your head

So horror pack monsters under my bed

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

I work hard for everything i get

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Probably die getting some head

I respect that you don't know yet

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Yeah, and i don't dance i just two step

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Crackas watch my every step

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Got a nigga tangle in your spider web

Give us this day, our daily bread

My crew survive reincarnation after i’m dead

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

And i know you miss me too

she sighed then she said

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

This is like love, that you can never get

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Another victim dissin the towel head

Almost all of what i said

Ads played through him like cards in a deck

Aint aware of my power so no scepter yet

Do you want to end up dead?!

Don't believe that shit that we've been fed

So now i walk around without a god damned head

Im going to get some head

And you're lucky that our boys dragged me off your neck

Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed