Mr. Crawford

歌詞

(Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?) Hey, Mr. Crawford Tell me where you been They been askin', they been searchin', they been wonderin' why Hey, Mr. Crawford Tell me where you been (Shit fucked up right now) They been askin', they been searchin', they been wonderin' why (It's gon' get better, though) Ayy Shootouts back to back, the hood in need of a spine In the midst of chargin' my career, some niggas ended up dyin' Know the opps want me wrinkled, so I stay with that iron I'd rather go to jail than die, yeah, I wouldn't mind So much love for my enemies, ayy, ayy, ayy Thinkin' 'bout my past, it was incomplete, ayy, ayy, ayy My leather so soft, my top so soft I'll probably have it all, these niggas so soft And I go so hard, and I go so hard I probably curse in every verse, nigga, fuck the world And I'm still thuggin' with my niggas trappin' pearls, yeah Forever thuggin' with my niggas, I'ma keep it real This just the way I live, ayy Lil' boys pushin' big wheels I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head The sky is the limit, the sky is the limit Hey, Mr. Crawford Tell me where you been Been ridin' 'round with some loaded guns, smokin' Pink Runtz Lookin' for the opps' moms in the back of a Benz Don't know where to begin They gone for life, that's a hundred percent Tried to stay cool, they got me hot, took me from under the vent Talkin' to this codeine, I be high when I vent Industry full of fuck niggas, don't know how I got in Was suffocating, I found a bag and I jumped right up in it He was skippin' English class, couldn't run away from that sentence You my son, I'm your dad, I put lean in my kidney Drinkin' Houston, come from Rula, I get higher than Whitney Up in Houston with my ruler, tryna pull up on Britney Not lookin' forward to your presence, but a young nigga gifted, yeah Ask my city, they know I'm givin' back I'm a real nigga, ain't gotta record every time I hand out book bag Kyrie Irving handles, I was broke and I had shook back Geno hit the 'bows so many times, I watched him cook crack Had a couple of abortions 'cause I was broke and I regret that Damn, my kids would've had a rich dad Put that on your brain and sit back It was me and Dunk ridin', tryna knock a nigga shit back My J slangin' iron, a nigga wish he wouldn't've took that Took Roger Williams down, Ralo still brought his hood back They finna take my hood down, what they gon' do next? Shootouts back to back, the hood in need of a spine In the midst of chargin' my career, some niggas ended up dyin' Know the opps want me wrinkled, so I stay with that iron I'd rather go to jail than die, yeah, I wouldn't mind So much love for my enemies, ayy, ayy, ayy Thinkin' 'bout my past, it was incomplete, ayy, ayy, ayy