Crooked Lines Lyrics

Ha

This not that new shit

This not that old shit

This that you know that shit

That make you think whether or not

The thing you doing right now is actually

The thing you supposed to be doing

You get what I mean

If you don't, you will soon

Said I've changed since I met you

Masked up I'm twisted like a pretzel

52 weeks but 26 hit different

MLK Boulevard street sign still missing

Preaching got you feeling lonely

People play God but they just phony

Dialed up numbers yea call for help

9-1-1 that's no call for help

Did what I had to do to turn the tables

Took up the mic emcee my label

If y'all bitches Cain, then I'm Abel

Only ever did what I'm able

I don't seek to impress

I'm only here for myself

Them crooked lines tho

Don't make it hard for yourself

Twist and turns don't affect what you used to

Searching for my mistakes like they Blue's Clues

People only get mad when they can't use you

Tell the world their your friend like who's you?

I don't wait my turn

I don't stand in line

I get what I like

I don't waste my time

I just fill my cup

And I don't give no fucks

You hear?

Crooked lines

How you know

How you know it's not my time

How you know

But it is though it is though

Cuz I said so I said so

Hating ass bitch y'all niggas too

Confidence offends some like you drew a knife

Dagger to your throat there goes your life

I don't like I'm anybody

Cuz I ain't anybody

Sike I been somebody since '95

Last year I cleared 25

2020 tried to undermine

But that's when I made my mind to be the greatest

Ain't no competition when you compete with greatness

Comparison is for dum-dums get some help

Stop asking me (Word)

Do I look like Yelp?

Insecurities you push on me I ignored them

I grabbed a mop yea I floored them

Them bitches boring got me snoring

Change ya game up or get back to boarding

I don't wait my turn

I don't stand in line

I get what I like

I don't waste my time

I just fill my cup

And I don't give no fucks

You hear?

Crooked lines

I'm set up like a ruler

My only path is forward

Your linear regression line

Shit, out of order

I'm crazy dazy but never lazy

Hustle hard these days looking ganga hazy

Curvy body, so they want me baby

But I ain't yo baby

I told y'all this the type of shit that make you think like

And everyday I question whether it is

It is though

I'm never gonna let my fear stop me from going forward

Ain't no zigzag or curve crooked line in my way

Never that never that

That shit corny

Cornball

My B

Let me act right real quick right