Mr. Crawford

(album: Mr. Crawford - 2022)

(Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?)
Hey, Mr. Crawford
Tell me where you been
They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why
Hey, Mr. Crawford
Tell me where you been (Shit fucked up right now)
They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why (It's gon' get better, though)
Ayy

Shootouts back to back, the hood in need of a spine
In the midst of charging my career, some niggas ended up dying
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
Thinking '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 thugging with my niggas trapping pearls, yeah
Forever thugging with my niggas, I'ma keep it real
This just the way I live, ayy
Lil' boys pushing big wheels
I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fucking head
The sky is the limit, the sky is the limit
Hey, Mr. Crawford
Tell me where you been
Been riding 'round with some loaded guns, smoking Pink Runtz
Looking 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
Talking 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 skipping English class, couldn't run away from that sentence
You my son, I'm your dad, I put lean in my kidney
Drinking Houston, come from Rula, I get higher than Whitney
Up in Houston with my ruler, tryna pull up on Britney
Not looking forward to your presence, but a young nigga gifted, yeah
Ask my city, they know I'm giving 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 riding, tryna knock a nigga shit back
My J slanging 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 charging my career, some niggas ended up dying
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
Thinking 'bout my past, it was incomplete, ayy, ayy, ayy