Crack In The Nineties (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(专辑： From King To A GOD - 2020)

Brr

Break the brick up in little pieces, all my guns is Middle Eastern
I'ma continue feasting, I ain't finished eating (Facts)
Lemon squeeze'll have you sent to Jesus
With a pen I been elite, will send my delinquents to run up in the precinct (Uh-huh)
Been on the street shit since the prices was on some eighteen a ki' shit
You don't want smoke, you wanna tweet shit (Hahahaha), look
Push the Cullinan through the ghetto on some Meek shit
With a R&B chick that I'm 'bout to go sink my teeth in (Ha)
New chrome MAC, I hit him, heard a few bones crack
That killer shit, my whole crew on that
Niggas throwing rocks at my throne, I just shoot chrome back
Trust me, my gun go off, that's a true known fact (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Brought my hood bitch to Cali and she flew home packed (Ha)
You could be eating too, my nigga, but you don't stack (You eating too)
Two-tone 'Bach, not a rental, I do own that (Cap)
In the booth, I'm living proof like I'm Group Home Dap (Talk to 'em)
Gave the homie a few more stacks, he sending bullets through your hat (Boom, boom)
He swing the stick like Pujols' bat (Hahahaha)
AMG, G-Wagen, you know who drove that
We do those matte, we shoot poles into your back (Brr)
And don't you dare run, uh
We shoot pole into your back (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom), look
Bust down, Byzantine link, ice in the cross
Is like flawless, wire crosses (Huh)
Killer hit him close range, drained his life forces, blood on his white Forces (Cap)
The smell of the corpse rotting made him quite nauseous
Bro got bundles of white, toss it out the window
While I get the blue and whites off us, nigga (Throw that shit, nigga)
A hundred thousand for a show, that's a nice offer, Machine (Yo-yo, yo-yo, uh, yo-yo, check)

For the paper, I coordinate a play with no Xs and Os (Uh-huh)
His profession is flows, they deadly like when weapons explode (Brrah)
I know some niggas talking down who hit consecutive lows (Uh-huh)
While gradually, my decimals rose, like fans in the stands, section, and rows when exiting shows (Come on)
Stare me down and you get picked off, like corners when expecting the throws (Hahahaha)
Carnivorous when spitting it, I split the flesh from the bones (Uh-huh)
They gas him like indigestion when ingesting his poems (Talk that talk)
That's food for thought, non-genetically modified
My headspace is classified, not heavily occupied (Yeah, grrah)
The shit I'm drafting, not even Mel Kiper could make a mock of mines (Never)
It's hard to get clear, like Concord 11 soles that's oxidized (Ha)
I'm dope personified, see, my drive is vehicular homicide
The playing field will never be level 'cause we are not aligned (Nah)
I seen things on the east side that left me traumatized
My stories authentic, you gotta honor mine
It's slaughter time, that's word to Myers and Voorhees
I been grinding for more things, like a Rollie and Porsche keys, look (Let's get it)
Of course he's bossed and boss cross with the raw gleam
Every song that I'm on get charbroiled, the God's mean (Talk that talk)
I'm young Revolver Ocelot clapping that Solid Snake
My brain as sharp as surgical scalpels when I operate (Ha)
At seventeen, all I prayed for was pussy and Aqua 8s
Now blue faces all in my pockets, they overpopulate
I got it straight, 10K for a verse, that's a modest play, I oughta say (Huh, huh)

I need 'bout eighty for a feature now (Look)
Raised by a hustler, bitch, you should try and talk me down (Uh)
I was in the hood begging for hope and they were not around (No)
Now I'm selling crack and serving dope and sending chopper sounds (Uh)
Need me like the Pope, I sell 'em soap, still they a block around (Uh)
Slave like talking Jesus, like the boat, wait
My kitchen got a load and it reeks, right next to the grease (Uh)
We fry fish a Friday a week, we told the police
If I should die from holding a ki', my soldiers'll keep (Uh)
Swear, I ain't ever told 'em a peep, I profit in sleep
Me, you know the smell when the stove on, he positively at 'em like a proton
That's stiff with the batter like crowbar (Stiff with the batter, nigga)
It's my turn, I learned to hustle, I earned it (Uh)
Know the smell of coke burning like a unclean furnace (Unclean furnace)
Told myself that I'd be different, tried owning a business (Shit)
But, shit, I wrote my by-laws from what I learned in them trenches (Damn)
I can't get a street nigga out my rich-ass interest
You won't get a brick from me, nigga, 'less your bitch-ass sniff it ('Less your bitch-ass sniff it)
Ever seen a quarter in cash just sitting in stash? (Huh)
Wrist water, make a big splash, brick taking a bath (Huh)
Don't let these niggas make you think we don't play
Get him robbed at the ménage just for thinking we gay (Nah)
Tryna make it out the cold, hitting roads, splitting toes
It's understood, gotta get lows to hit goals (Uh)
I come in the booth and question the truth of who you think the greatest (Look)
I'm testing the proof 'cause most of these dudes should've kept their latest (They should've kept that shit)
I love when a hater get a shooter (Uh), I lose a dollar, you lose your medulla (Facts)
Then I go and make a play in Ashtabula (Uh)
I'm shining like I'm Kent or Rick the Ruler (Uh)
So much blow, pissed on the low, it's like a tuba (Hahaha)
This crack, you ain't shit but a consumer (Uh)
I rap like I'm sick or got a tumor (Uh)
Relapse when I hit you with this blue one (Uh)
Relax when that stick goes by my shooter (Wait)
This pack kept you sit up like a doula, shit fire like Azula (Woo)
Lord, I mean, I'm only following the steps you're ordering (Orderin')
Don't really think they understand what your daughter means
Way different (Go), I'ma shoot shots (Go), Blake Griffin (Go)
I'm Medusa, my praise different
Bitch, east side, I was raised different, 7xve