W2CC

Lyrics

[Intro] The Weeklys We back My-My Brother-Brother Dizz-Dizz Made This [Verse 1] Now it's old versus young, that shit is kinda corny If you autotuned your album, you probably ain't rhymin' for me I know old ass rappers who weep and they kinda bore me Either wack or you dope, the only two categories I'm setting fire to these beats, homie, that's mandatory If I'm rapin' classic tracks, it's too old to be statutory Most the rap media so pussy they had me horny Plus they sleepin' on the west, so they tellin' you half the story First they love the homie Em, then they made him a vulture I got love for you, Slim, won't let a hater insult ya Know what I thought about? Hmm Without Slaughterhouse it's an everyday struggle to watch the state of the culture Nah, that ain't a shot at Joe 'cause we was all on rapper's heads Now the game feel sedated, we relaxin' on some meds Even though the game is ours, I like Charlamagne the God 'Cause how can I not applaud? He's blacker than most celebs Plus he Know the Ledge How many rappers are keepin' it real? I be on the edge, you rappers are givin' me reason to kill Loadin' the chrome with lead Squeezin' the steel, people get killed Sleepin' for real, leavin' a will Worshippin' money, don't believe in skill Told 'em to go to bed [Chorus] Welcome to Crook's Corner It's kings everywhere, the planet is California There's beef everywhere, you slip and you'll be a goner Police everywhere, they workin' with them informants Rappity, rappity, rap, I don't give a fuck Crackity, crackity, crack, niggas pushin' drugs Blackity, blackity, black, lift my people up Happily live happily ever after [Verse 2] Welcome to Crook's Corner These young niggas got the block hotter than Arizona You see that green cross? That's the spot with the marijuana Got high with a pair of stoners, dozed off like it's Melatonin Woke up, I was so smashed, I forgot my own phone number Then I hopped on Instagram to laugh at the troll hunters Doin' fuck shit for fame, faster than road runners If you fuck with my game, I'm snatchin' your soul from ya African soul brother, that's the shit he be on Y'all throw up peace signs right after you empty your chrome Just let the beef slide, on top my city belong I throw up east side, rockin' five Infinity Stones So what that beach like? Zoom, I'm rushin' past a hater In order to catch me, they need a Flux Capacitator Yeah, you was real tough until you touched an affidavit Y'all think dope dealin' a gift, I'd rather fuck with wrappin' paper Used to ask for collabs, I was reachin' for some help These rappers fear the collabs, keep the features on the shelf I don't need nobody else, I'm superior Like takin' a nap on a mirror, guess I was sleepin' on myself Welp [Chorus] Welcome to Crook's Corner It's kings everywhere, the planet is California There's beef everywhere, you slip and you'll be a goner Police everywhere, they workin' with them informants Rappity, rappity, rap, I don't give a fuck Crackity, crackity, crack, niggas pushin' drugs Blackity, blackity, black, lift my people up Happily live happily ever after [Outro] Yeah Yah'mean? It's the Weeklys Shout out Colin89, WolvesOverHumans, FaithAdam RyanUrasie, yeah Where we at? Oh, we goin' into, uh, volume three? Yeah, this the beginnin' of volume three, I guess I'ma continue to put my cigar out on these fuck ass rappers Yeah, real shit I fuck with y'all though If you see me, you already know Bark at your dawg