Crooked I - Independent lyrics

[Intro] Now.. I can match ya Put the paper in the paperwork [3x] [Hook] We independent homie We independent boy We independent shawty We independent boy We independent baby, them independent boys Still buy expensive toys, we self employed And they might own you, but they don't own me though And they probably own you, nobody owns me though And they might own you, but they don't own me though And they probably own you, nobody owns me though [Verse 1] They wanna see a boss in the sewer, crawl through manure But they can't stop a hood entrepreneur I'm somethin' like Cody, I'm a monster for sure The flow is raw blow man, the product is pure I'm certified when I'm reppin', I'm not you Gettin' 35's in a record, I come through And that's birth shinin' every second, I gotta crew And them skirts high, gettin' naked, so what it do? We f** a couple hoes, am I sweet at the Trump? I cash checks every time I get your speakers to bump I'm a B-O double S, why beef with a chump The way the heater hit the geek, he might think it's a pump Mad cause my wrist freeze like snow on skis I put his ho on knees, then tell her go home please I used to push kush just so you could blow on leaves That's how I proved money did grow on trees [Hook] [Verse 2] Crooked I, everybody on the streets know me Fresh Nikes with them ink slinger jeans on me COB, and our membership is G's only I paid dues, now it's time for me to eat homie Keep my lawyers happy, you know what the biz is Paper rape me, nah, that ain't the business I was made for the streets like my rims is He tried to play with my life, I gotta end his I don't want nothin' much, just respect A thug exec, a rough neck cut the check I flex muscle on the net with a weekly freestyle Spreadin' that hustle to the TV screen now My rings are bling blow, I'm screamin out, C-O-B! We ruthless, we makin' Eazy E proud (Wow) Makin' all the real street OG's smile I'm L-B-C's top D-O-G [Hook] [Verse 3] I said n***a, nobody owns me Got a problem with that, guess where your bodys gon' be In the dirt mighty goon, ain't nobody gon' see Gotta bye bye you before you adios me Got that ra-ra heater with the slugs when you hear that (Ay!) C-O-B is in the club when you hear that (Ay!) That mean we deep, give us love We lookin' for some freaks we can rub, creep with a thug Bring ya s**y a** to the L-B-C When you ready jerk me on the next Tell CB I be outside in that eggshell GT Next rap star you f** might as well be me [Hook] [Outro] Treacherous is ballin', every time I see 'em they be throwin' up paper That's the Circle of Bosses, straight independent but they still do it major Treacherous is ballin', every time I see 'em they be throwin' up paper That's the Circle of Bosses, straight independent but they still do it major