Crooked I - Forgive me lyrics

[Verse] If you don't know about my weekly series ask about it Somebody do it like me, I would have to doubt it It's like I'm drinking Ex-Lax milkshakes mixed with Hennessy Getting tipsy, sh** on n***as, then laugh about it A million emcees, rap is crowded Yet I stand out just like my dick when fat a** around it Put a hump in my back and pound it, f**ing a track Having s** with beats, what's f**ing with that? The pick of the litter, the piff spitter, f**er I snap Picture a n***a that get sicker with every other rap I spew, that's my cue, to show you that I'm matched by few Glued to the game, attach my crew And raise the bar to a higher knot Set the fiber optics in the mic wires on fire Watch how I inspire writers to buy a Glock Rock designer tops and diamonds Grinding with the iron tucked by the crotch Keep in mind we can buy the block Whoever try to stop us get dropped Beef is nine o'clock (why?) Cuz that's when it's time to find a nine to co*k On second hand, tick me off, I slide your pops (Yeah slide that n***a) Give that old man hoes, my program's code, make hoes out of Conan phones Mad cuz I buy carrots like no man knows But these karats are froze, like a snowman's nose I'm on the project steps, spitting till I get lock jaw Like a Pyrex project chef, homie I rock raw Will you be better than me? Hey that's God's call He tried to hit you with talent, but you thought it was dodgeball I'm coming for n***as, creeping past your watch dog I'm in your house, please pa** your watch dawg Show me your safe, before I blast shots off Crush the rocks, all the salt from rap's block boss Illest alive, I don't care who you name my dude Do your thing, I chew through your gang And then my views shoot through your veins Until you have the same views as me, we cuckoo insane Know why I'm this hood, but know why I'm this good Duplicate me, only a chick having my kid could I'm a A&R's dream Street cred and sk**s and ice, make your favorite star bling That's on my dead auntie, her name was Charlene If you ain't a boss, you can't play on our team You kids can't see me, I'm a rated R screen Took the hook from Wu-Tang's "C.R.E.AM." and made it our theme C.O.B. you know the line I push Hello corporate America, bye bye kush But I'm still connected, I make your tight eyes gush If you got the right price, might I buy thy bush? They say Crooked kept protecting his hands Buy pounds with his record advance Invested in his own company, now he got executive plans Big balls, nothing less in his pants Should be on his seventh record, but you can never question his fans They ride with him till the d**h of the man He can ghostwrite for you, and the rest of your fam Swift with ink, he can pin you quicker than a wrestler can Man, they all know, that I'ma spit from the heart Whoever listen and start dissing is missing the art Go back to week one, play the sh** in the dark Make your way to this week, beats I'm ripping apart My intuition and inner vision is sharp My lyricism give 'em a spark Yeah this stupid n***a is smart I'm a walking thesaurus, I body the beat, I cough in the chorus I'm Blair Witch, and you lost in the forest, you scared b**h The boss is enormous, and my show, that's an awesome performance Y'all soft as informants Last week, you thought a rapper was close to me This week, I'ma put him where he supposed to be So far behind me, that dudes a ghost to me Don't even see him, what's funny is dude knows the B-I-Z I'll serve him at the drop of a dime f** a written, off the top of my mind co*k diesel, Crooked is in his Optimus Prime In ten minutes I thought of this rhyme, my bottomless mind is too deep You can't f** with me, I'm too street See you next week, new beat, new heat, yeah