Sumthin From Nuthin - Crooked I

Hair trigger, big steel, quick kill, wig peeled

Rapping about the struggle so vivid you know the shit’s real

Empty fridge wasn’t even 20 simply kids

Not a penny to pitch, fuck it we pitchin Henny lids

To make the pockets bulge, can’t divulge shit we did

Risky biz, type of shit that’ll get me 50 bids

Coming of age, it wasn’t a lick I wasn’t down to hit

I think I knew some Nigerians who used to counterfeit

Funny money, I think I had like 30 pounds of it

But this is only rap so tell the detectives downtown to quit

Gotta watch how I speak to the beat

Cuz I’m on the streets as we speak and I won’t sleep til we eat

G code of silence, all the secrets we keep

Could make a movie about it but nah, we gon' keep it discrete

But I can rap about going from Virgin to Death Row

To Em recognizing one of the best flows on the West Coast

And even though I’m blessed, the vest still on my chest close

You got the life of this black star backwards like I was Def Mos

We really out here, nah, we really out chyeah

I’m in the zone nigga, I got a long way to go but I’d be lying if I said we

wasn’t on nigga

We on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga

We on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga

We on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga

We on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga