Cripple (feat. Blckbrd)

I been pulling all the dollars since i was a plug Fresh 16 burnin down a bag by the midweek Crunch time festivities Meant chopping up a molly for the kids I'm breaking bread, I'm like a king Don't make me force feed all you dumb thieves With my flair get your own thing Biters like a zombie with your bones sticking out Showing what is weak having doubt never standing out Crucify Hang em out to dry with their hands tied Wouldn't wanna die with a sad cry Wouldn't wanna die with my hands dry Hate me cuz I love the money Funny that the figures hitting high notes We ain't even try though I know Rolling round the town with a 3OD tote bag With the Crows Dotti tell em how it goes Crow with Three or die I almost did from three ODs Every rapper that ask advice I tell em three important things Bigger numbers ain't gon' fix you Trust the corvids in your dreams, and your homies ain't your homies less they prove it on The weekly Shotgun up out the closet grip the grip like it's the Yamata Dropping the expectation, ain't the shit you thought you wanted huh? Chronic habits Talking about the Soju I'mma vomit up Chase the shot with Roku Hoping its better when I cough it up Boo tomato tomato They call me rude Ain't No use Brd the same mother fucka' that cooked your goose Shorter fuse Man you smooth brained Thoughts could use some food I fuckin' hate people, so why would I fuck with you? World got a pistol at my feet It shoot the ground and yell dance I wanna go to fashion week but I'm too tired for France I hold a hand out then pull it back like a government grant Fell out the sky so fuckin hard my ankle broke on a branch I been in line too long I wanna beat a man with a stanchion goldfish span Bitch you can't hold my attention Keep the money in the wall like the bald Bryan Cranston Not my fault you still appalled by shit you don't understand I'll double the cash Like I cloned Johnny Mask got a hold on me Lapped em I can see it on the dash I'm Dali You're bold and brash Running they lips like a mustache Don't care to answer Why'd you ask? All this shit get taxing Damn l'Il grab me the flask un Twisting up the finger with my kinfolk Pop another soul Reaper coming out the cove Warning warning warning 187 with that death flow Salivating at the crows talons Soaring to the next door Just a few options are left on the table The days are a mix of depression Unstable I press on for reasons unknown it's no wonder I sit in this slumber somehow Still delivering all the fevers Tremor hard in the back with a broken heart Rip my soul tag Stash it in the fucking bag Just a rebel to the drowned out Hollowed out words of a world Decayed on a level that I'm Never with that mutha' fuckin' devil Bringing out the evil Whether heaven has a seat avail I'm willing to sit back inhale Living is a curse Last time was the worst time Rippers of the west side We Three Or Die I been living off the flesh of the beast For some time I'm a crow Plucking out the eyes Every time I die there's a reason Heathen season has arrived So tonight I'm alive Blasting every mother fucker who denies 3OD 187 We will never compromise Crippling the foes Time for you to die Fall asleep in the dirt Now your kin left behind Cold skin Closed eyes Not a soul will be surprised Brain dead on my head Got led in my weapon The crows come to feast While the fake still pretending It's still BLANXX Still fuckin' picky Stuck with the crows Now your death will come quickly