Lyrics

[Intro: KXNG Crooked] Rap about it, talk about it, rap about it Talk about it, rap about it, talk about it Talk about it [Verse 1: KXNG Crooked] Only time I like talking about this kind of shit is when the music's playin' It helps me get through the mayhem, my trauma is Super Saiyan It's like a Maserati hitting run, in my city That's how bodies getting spun, when the shooter's bazooka-sprayin' My reality is all this, I seen blood splatter come out of his gallery department The killer disappeared in between the alleys and apartments The tragedy is parking more than casualties of war The Cali streets are dark and I was a baby with a baby My baby need baby food, baby shoes Wasn't lazy but it made me a shady dude Couldn't find a nine to fivе, so I'm low, .382 It's like a stripper, grabbed a polе, pulling off crazy moves (Before they ship us) Didn't really wanna do this shit, I just wanted to sit pretty In a 650, in a big city, like a big willy and live litty on some ruler shit But this city don't give pity to a fugitive, a lunatic In the middle of an a lit ticket and working some computer chip Or they gon' lock you in that damn building For so long, when you get home, you meet your grandchildren They say it's up then it's stuck, but there's a glass ceiling And we just go in circles that still ain't fan feeling I walk through society suffering quietly, anxiety killing me silently Keep it inside of me, only time I tell my secrets is when I step on stage Grab a mic, look at you and say [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] How y'all feel out there? You good? I'm good now I'm where I'm supposed to be, I'm where I'm supposed to be (Well, alright) How y'all feel out there tonight? You good? I'm good too I'm where I'm supposed to be, I'm where I'm supposed to be (Well, alright) [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Ayo, how y'all feel out there? Got your phones up filming your next reel out there? That's chill out there, sometimes the stage feels surreal, I swear Gotta be fake 'cause where I made it from, baby, it was real out there I'm telling you, them boys kill out there, at will out there You ain't seen nothing, leave that window seal out there They moving crack, coke, dope, weed and pills out there Do whatever to pay them bills out there Police run up with they gun up without showing they shill out there It's bloody murder in the field out there, they on your heels out there This shit is ill out there, but yo, back to the show Yo, here we go How y'all feel out there? I feel good rappin', the trap is behind me I practice masterful rhymin' like acrobats that go flyin' I manage to flip environments, no rat-a-tat with the sirens The Cadillac's in the driveway, the habitat I reside in This is fire and I am in such a zone, like the Hulk on his vitamins I am at home when I'm clutching this microphone, yo, turn these lights on I wanna see the people's grills out there, yeah Hip-hop fans, y'all still out there? [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] How y'all feel out there? You good? I'm good now I'm where I'm supposed to be, I'm where I'm supposed to be (Well, alright) How y'all feel out there tonight? You good? I'm good too I'm where I'm supposed to be, I'm where I'm supposed to be (Well, alright)