King Crook Lyrics

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Came out the womb, spittin' fire

Never needed a pacifier

Every day's a new attire

Tell all the truth, no liar

Situation here is dire

Drive you insane, don't get a flat tire

Eyelids get batty, no vampire

I should've mentioned this prior

I rap like I am down to the wire

My tongue has some muscle fibers

That's why everything I spit is fire

Change the station, it's a different relation

I'm gonna need a vacation

Cause I'm only 17

And I'm doing it better than people in their early 20s

Isn't that a little bit funny

Rapping my way around like I was a mummy

Still going dummy

Put this gat to your face and make your nose all runny

Still getting money

One wrong move, you'll regret acting funny

Sticky, smooth like honey

I can promise you that, buddy

I zip down my fly, revealing my armory

Pull out a sword more sharper than the great Excalibur

Now you know that I'm on top on a whole different caliber

Mark the day when I turn into a king

Crook on my calendar

Killing all the beats with my feats

It's a massacre

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

For my efforts, I need a medallion and a stallion

Don't need no rapscallion

I need a Italian scallion

You're gonna need a battalion

I need a medal

I never press the break only pedal

I am the bass and I am the treble

If there's rules, then I am the rebel

If you fell on your face, then I am the pebble

Oops, I am the person that made you fall

I am the person that made you crawl

I'm not the person you want to brawl

They come up to me and compliment

I tell them I'm just flattered

Behind the scenes, I'm such a disaster

This is the beginning of the first chapter

Crawling the beats like a caterpillar

These are bars, not no filler

My rounds aim for the head, so I guess you'd say it's a killer

If my life's a movie, I'm rank with the top ten thrillers

I'm above the game like I was a 59-foot damn pillar

Five-nine, still rocking sixes

Future showed me many glimpses

Come through on the moon, while it eclipses

I thought I knew your misses

Sent her many kisses

I can be very vicious

I got you all in my position

I have a bankroll, only 17 and I'm counting

Got over a thousand in a week, that's astounding

I write with a pen and my hands are still pounding

Only people I hang with are the hustlers surrounding

And I don't really gotta try that much

What you eat for breakfast, Captain Crunch

What's for lunch? Hawaiian Punch

Gonna use your toilet, hope you flush

I'm heading out now, we'll keep in touch

Every day I pray to the Lord for the fact that I got cut without a sword

Will soon hit the top billboards

If I don't, I'll bounce like bungee cords

But only to my accord, I will reap the best awards

I hear a lot of talking, I'm like nada zip

Like ice cream but got no whip

Got no hands but sure got lip

Kinda like a comic strip

Stain the floor from my big drip

Make sure you don't trip and slip

You mistook me for some sissy soft punk

But I'm a certified hunk

No time to debunk

When I'm offering up spunk

Keep talking that junk

Leave you sprayed like a skunk

Hit the damn gas tank while I was driving

Not surprising, in fact exciting

Explosions everywhere, I switch my clothes, get to disguising

Here comes lightning, horrible timing

It'll be the dead of night and all you hear is me in my room praying

Day in and day out, cause I am not playing

I dream of the day when I'm able to say

Got five gold chains swaying

But for now I stick to the beats cause I stay slaying

I'ma keep portraying how it looks for a young man to go hard

And that should go without saying

I'm living my best life, I'm so cut no knife

I just flow so nice, I'm in paradise

I'm using Grim Reapers, Scythe as a mic

Watch your back, you never know when I'll strike

I take all the girls that I know that I like

Told that girl that sometime soon she's joining the hype