C-Walk

(Intro)
Ok
Yah we vibing now
For real though

(Chorus)
All I got is my word and my burner
And this last little blunt of marijuana
I was ten toes down on that corner
And if I start crip walking it’s gon' be a murder

(Verse 1)
Niggas try telling me I don’t rap enough
I’m Shaq in ‘99 in the paint how I back them up
Jersey niggas started jacking ratchet tuck
Stolen pickup trucks still beep when you backing up
Now I know my hood proud of me
This for every hating nigga that doubting me
Burn ‘em like a calorie
Niggas still getting paid salaries
I’m out here on the grind, every day with a nine
Extendo, old school nigga like Nintendo
Drive by don’t even roll down the window
Shoot through the glass
You can learn a niggas roots through his past
All this gangsta shit don’t add up
Nigga you do the math
Y’all just act crazy while the 80s was full of crack babies
We toast another niggas ghost a bunch of past Swazis
Sleepless nights countless times that the mac saved me
Wake up with my finger on the trigger I react crazy
What we gonna do now that trump in office
Besides be black and fucking cautious
This country that I live in make me fucking nauseous
Man this 40 she a cougar and she fucking gorgeous

(Chorus)
All I got is my word and my burner
And this last little blunt of marijuana
I was ten toes down on that corner
And if I start crip walking it’s gon' be a murder

(Verse 2)
I came loc’ing, chain smoking the game open
Fiends buying heroin busting their veins open
My bitch brother mad im busting his dame open
Got his bitch and your bitch all for the same potion
Gotta story about this bout this cal of mine but it isn’t lotion
They copy off of my styles designs but it ain't potent
Authentic nigga, first person who ever did it nigga
He did it big I was the bigga nigga
I put stops on a lot of shit
Ran up on the niggas who supplied the bricks
Said if I ain’t eating you gonna stop this shit
My shooter got drafted no scholarship
He from the same town as Stojaković damn
That’s a real shooter
9 milli a real ruger
He a dummy and he a broke
That nigga a real loser
His diamonds late made go get him a real jewler
Before I pop up in his dreams and show him the real Krueger

(Chorus)
All I got is my word and my burner
And this last little blunt of marijuana
I was ten toes down on that corner
And if I start crip walking it’s gon' be a murder
(x3)
I was ten toes down on that corner
And if I start crip walking it’s gon' be a murder

(Outro)
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East side ? baby loc
Crip shit
And if I start crip walking it’s gon' be a murder