Lyrics

[Intro 1: KXNG Crooked] Know what I mean? I was in county jail on a pay phone I was on a pay phone with BET, closing a seven figure deal Tiff had me on a three-way, you know I say that to say this My mind state is get it By any dreams necessary, you feel me? [Verse 1: KXNG Crooked] I swear to god, I put my rep on it I give it you raw, never stepped on it I give it to you free, whole hundred pack (Blue) 'Cause I knew once you tasted it that you'll be coming back It's Blue Magic, what could fuck with that? Blue Magic like a Dodgers snap trucker hat You dissing on the internet, what was that? Niggas love to run their yap on a fuckin app We was moving white but now that's what we be moving music like People are assuming I'm booming soon as my Cuban light Listen to the music you're doing, that shit is super light Listen to the music we're doing, this shit for Pookie pipe I remember Paris nights with Yaowa Freestyling in front of the Eiffel Tower Haters watch the presidential watch, call it the white eyes in hours Got the Cig ready to light the sour When I snipe you cowards, soon as the weapon's lifted up You gon be needing professor Griffith Chuck to fight the power (Word) Mafia shit, this life of ours Could bust on your wife, nah, fuck a bridal shower I ain't got plans to touch a man's wife Get a little grey in your beard, you understand life I'm aging like fine wine And I'm tired of hearing your lies rhyme (Woah) We used to rock thermals, run away from cops as we hopped hurdles Now we drop in convertible tops rocking the Mack Turtles I jot journals, ignoring the clock 'cause I'm nocturnal Some of my squad ain't in the picture no more, crop circle Respectfully [Intro 2: Joell Ortiz] Respect, my brother Always pouring your heart and soul into this shit When it's real, you can't fake it Can't fake it, man [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] I was gon' wait to write this verse, I got a migraine But I know God don't make mistakes, so here go my pain MD 20/20 Blackberry Cisco in night train In ninth grade, skipping my train stop The hoogie I played was dangerous We partied in them drug apartments Turning up Onyx, throwing guns in the air, dancin' on bloody carpets No parents home, they're somewhere chasing that habit Soon as they cop a feel or hit their vein, it's like magic Every time I think of the shit that I escaped, I feel panic If you ain't from it, you won't understand it Like New Yorkian Spanish, people vanish My nigga was leaving jail and it hurts to tell you Soon as he touched down, one of them eagles landed Years I survived inside a five block radius Quick was my block alias Before the Maybachs, it was white rocks and Nike socks In my block cock daily in case a nigga duck fades for one of his hot top braided as well Let me reflect a moment I remember standin' in the projects mirror Pretending that my neck had a necklace on it Guess I was projecting, I no longer see my neck It's like my chain got a hanging reflector on it with a projector on it This is how ill pen twisted can be This type of feeling's Ben Simmons for three It's been missing, my G But I've been assisting my G from the West Coast Since we broke bread in front that Eiffel Tower, French toast I remember just trying getting the picture Now lunch meetings make me six figures richer before getting to dinner And just 'cause the figures is bigger, don't mean the deal is the best, dawg Sometimes the runt's the pick of the litter But we shittin', y'all pick at the litter