KXNG Crooked - KXNG lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, take a look at me and see a titan on a throne Me and my n***as we keep a bad b**h biting on a bone Hold up though, what you lil' n***as know? How you writin' on a song Hella pathetic with telekinetics Start thinking of lines and my pen start writing on its own The Jedi Order, I mastered this sh**; a jedi warrior Yeah I warned you I'ma be keeping you one eye on ya Like an insomniac, n***a with a dead eye How much you wanna bet I hoard the—Illest sh**s alive I had a dream I was playing footsies with a girl from [?] So I walk up out the bed I ordered I took her from Florida, she a red-eye border now I'm rubbing the clit, she s**ing the dick Who's p**y is this? I ain't even need to ask But that's as far as I'ma go though I'ma let you freaky n***as [?] black twitter, eat her a** Back to the grind, probably think I'm with the Kinkos just to sing you this song So many facts in the rhymes Crooked I's back in his prime But nowadays they call me the KXNG [Hook] K-X-N-G though The X is roman numerals (For ten) I'm times better than I ever been Sick as an embryo Even before then the Greek historian [?] this he let history know The face of the Sphinx The drawing on the Pyramid's walls Was all of this Negro? [Verse 2] I'm a motherf**in' king All hell You can hate on me and I'ma wish y'all well Cuz on the stairway to heaven I saw Hell Did it all with my C.O.B. cartel The way I be rocking the bells I should call L I don't want problems at all But if the beef pop in the streets We would start beat-boxing Boo-boo-ta-ta [?] I don't understand the mentality Of n***as who wanna randomly challenge me In the band of reality Automatically mad at me Cuz I won't hand 'em a salary Demanding me to give 'em what's mine You outta ya mind, thinking you can f** with the family n***a that has to be insanity You understanding me I'm Amityville mixed with Mister Hannibal Lector packing a hammer to shatter you Get it poppin' like Shabba-Doo Get your wig peeled Get your face on the windshield Got to grab you off the gla** like an alley-oop Do the sh** and burn rubber in a Caddy Coupe Cali boys, we ain't like y'all rap stars But we do like j**elry and fast cars I'd rather fill this room with hoes, chill And forget about 12 on the last bars [Hook] K-X-N-G though The X is roman numerals (For ten) I'm times better than I ever been In a room full of rappers I'd be the elephant Elephant in the room cuz nobody wanna mention That I been one of the best on the West Since I touched down on corrupt sound On the streets is a motha' Mothaf**a that's one thousand