Willie Green - Crocodile Tears lyrics

[Verse 1] 32 bars on how to rob and k** your neighbors Still got the nerve to ask God to save you The exhale got a whole different flavor Official policy: don't do me no favors Oakland Raiders, empire in decline, but still got plenty paper Penny wise, pound foolish Bring a mountain to Mohammed Move pounds stupid A capellas, the beats chopped it and looped it Doing some minor keys, bars, and hooks Only option, cop the plea, it's off the books This year, sync the rapping up, the (w)rapping's off, I can hear You rapping soft, no heart, defibrillate these n***as (Clear!) Problem with the army is they wanna be the boss Problem with secret police is it's like a dirty gun you can't toss President Banana, lips burnt on roaches o' bammer Bad idea, like borrowing money in the slammer Let's get candid on camera When you hit the big screen don't let white space jam ya Seeing green under rays, gamma Stunting shades, Ray Banner You will like me when I'm angry I got plenty of home trainin' and manners [Hook] Bring me champagne when I'm thirsty Bring me reefer when I want to get high Lord have mercy, hope that ya heard me Y'all can't hurt me, I've been feeling like this a long time [x2] [Verse 2] See folk, you used to son, lookin' at you like you're broke And cats used to look up to him smoking coke That's that rope-a-dope, negroes tryna float they boat At high school your mad shot was wet At junior college, though, they trapped the press Crowd you off that jumper, couldn't even hit the net And they happy to see you back around the way Eager to front yay Rob, take a dutch off the blocks Slip it back in that roll like old slippers Game on tilt, working them flippers Start slowing down, the past will get witcha Five on five, nobody picked ya Ain't no 'next', you out the picture Brown baggin' liquor You and her bicker Life crawling by the bottom of the screen like a news ticker At least you tried, right n***a? Put that syrup in the mixture Feeling like a vic, every sip helps the shoe fit ya Everything that glitters, all gold, ice cold, thrice-fold Catch the Holy Ghost and the Spirit waiting for Christ to call But it's all business, even God waiting for the price to fall That's how they do, y'all That's life, might as well heist the ball