Big 50 - Crooked Streets lyrics

[Hook: E.S.G.] Ain't no love on these crooked-a** streets Keep your a** out the kitchen if you can't stand the heat Pouring brew for my n***as and puffing up on the Swisha Cause ain't no telling when them hollow points'll hit ya [Verse 1: E.S.G.] Fresh up out the county on vacation Back up on the streets with deferred judification A menace to society, a threat to the system Just because the a**es are white don't mean you have to kiss em Crooked cops and crack rocks, they always seem to run my block So now I'm thinking of different ways that I could make a knot Without winding up doing five to ten Cause ain't no love for us motherf**ing thugs in the pen I gots to get the grip cause my fingers keep on slipping Plus my baby's mama is always tripping So I stay high and reside in my hood Even though the times are hard, to me it's all good Crooked thoughts in my mind of a thousand different crimes Time after time, I have to unco*k my nine Just to save myself from some drama Now my step partner's started smoking the rocks, and they laid off my mama Times are getting harder in the south without no doubt Don't wanna try the dope game cause ain't too many ways out But what the hell, a dolla is a dolla Plus my little brother wants a 64 Impala But for now I'm in the 'Lac like the Mack, having a paper stacks Hitting licks and cooking kis, pulling major jacks Pack a nine-inch Glock to protect my rep And I be praying that my brother don't be following my footsteps Stay in school cause on the cool, remember the golden rule Cause nowadays, see these n***as'll act a fool And you can be the one that catch your hollow tip And to this day [?] for taking my younger brother on that trip To meet this ho-a** n***a from the other side of town Not knowing this'll be the day my blood hit the ground Two to the head and four to the leg Buck, Buck, them gunshots f**ing with that fast life, d**h is what I got [Hook] [Verse 2: Big 50] Yo, my older brother was an O.G Sold a lot of dope, baby pa**ed the business down to me Showed me everything from the crème de la crème Now that I'm older, people say that I'm just like him I made it halfway with my brother's help Now that he's dead, I'll follow in his footsteps I gets respect in my motherf**ing neighborhood I bar none. I hold my nuts like my brother would My mother prays every night. She hopes that I will change But what my mama don't know, it's a muthaf**in G thang Seventeen, and I'm out here in the street life Sleep all day and run the streets all damn night I brought a 'Lac just like my brother's Same interior, same style, and the same color I hit the club. b**hes all up on me Whispering in my ear how much I look like Jody I reminisce and hit the spliff like I know how Thinking to myself, "if my brother could see me now" It's f**ed up how my brother pa**ed away Two days before his birthday, I watched my n***a get sprayed Ran over to his bloody body, picked him up, dude Held him by the head, and told him, "Don't die, fool" He looked at me, and he said in a low voice "They couldn't fade me, so d**h was the only choice" He closed his eyes and held my hand with a tight grip The grip slipped, and I yelled like a b**h A proper burial, that's what my brother got Until this day, I can still hear those gunshots [Hook 2X]