Ross Banter - Crooked Streets lyrics

[Intro] Moma ugh, moma love you agh [Verse 1] Ridin', My Challenger on E, All I see is Automatics and Silencers Paramedics and Bystanders Travelers and Hotel Managers Revolvers and Rottweilers, God Daymn! Nowadays, kids turn bodies into Colanders Flowers on the Corners, Yes Sir, I Got CHILLS!! I'm on the wrong part, of Town! Concert Flyers, Torn on the Ground! Drive By, Drive By Ma**acres Pushing my Foot on the Accelerator! Runners on 59th and Lime Reporters that Cast rumors after Headlines Police, Catching Crimes While, Dealers Chasing Dollar Signs Predators and Vultures Grabbing on Mothers, And Their Daughters While packing Knives, And Tec Nines [Hook] [Verse 2] Predators and Vultures, Grabbing-On, Mothers, And Their Daughters While Packing Knifes and Tec Nines Its, The Best Time to Test Mine On, the Block's is, My Best Range sh**, Ain't Gonna Change- Much! Huh? I Think Geez?? See more, Violence on-the Streets, Than, The T-V Bring, Home, Big Green Is What My Mama Said To Me But I Want To, Be, A Peacemaker Hoping, What, I, Do Delivers So, I Stopped the Silence Clocked some Figures Sought some Guidance Told Myself, I'd, Never Deal, With, Matters Like This But, Then I Saw This Is, How life Is We got kids Living Every Day Life In A Crisis Fearless, I got Balls Full of Cement Head Full of Lead Mental Full of Adrenaline f**ing, With Me Would, Be Putting Your Hand Through A Spinning Fan! On 59th and Lime My Challenger's on E My Tank's on Decline Predators And Vultures Grabbing-On, Mothers, And Their Daughters, while Packing Knives and Tec Nines The, time‘s, Now, to test mine Protect-the, Good, Kind I turn Cowards, Into Innards I'll leave you, In A Can Dead, like, Bin Laden, ugh [Hook] [Verse3] sh**, Ain't Gonna Change- Much! Huh?, I Think Geez?? Palmed it up, But I Dropped the, Beretta Piece Because, I was, Searching for, a Better Peace Tired of Living Life With Sweaty Feet Always Running, Away From Broken Dreams And Reckless Feats A Thousand Yards, in my Buckwheats In Situations, I don't need Say a prayer for My Enemies In, The, End, It's, Just Memories [Hook] [Outro] Predators and Vultures, Grabbing-On, Mothers, And Their Daughters While packing knives and Tec Nines My whip pa**ing By! I got Peeped At! Next Thing I Know My, Ride, is Swiss Cheese Blood Filling, On, Pot Holes, and The Broken Concrete This a dead beat, R-I-P, Ugh