Crooked Halos

Santo Christo bazo boma bísó These roads are evil and the game is lethal Lose your freedom over ego Tell them people we ain't equal Really came from zero Isse going stupid fuego I need pounds dollars and pesos If we do this on my say so Everybody getting paid bro It happens every day though Mums bury their sons hope their babies become angels And there's evil in the streets we wear crooked halos See they tried to tell me I was nothing special And that teacher said I'm wasting my potential See credentials are essential in the life we chose to live I'm not talking bout nothing if it's some shit I never did Wait Back to the teacher that doubting the kid I ain't proud of the shit I was clowning and shit But don't dare this I'm amounting to this Cos my ceiling where the peak of the mountain is I grew up in the six where the crooksdem live Right next to the gypsies crib Bun weed like the hippies did Fresh Prince I'm a 90s kid Not many man that can style like this Been I while I went wild like this It's the life I live I insist I'm to legit Not new to this I never miss I empty clips The bars'll hit And words sink in More time I see the world my skin thickens Mind quickens It's dog eat dog these kids'll carry swords like vikings did I'm talking take a life and liking it It's frightening Life within these blocks we live The streets are fucking poisoning The innocence of honest kids Go from kicking ball and scholarships To find an opp and offing him If we honest what the options that their offering To man that weren't college kids Man that knew the road before the offices Santo Christo bazo boma bísó These roads are evil and the game is lethal Lose your freedom over ego Tell them people we ain't equal Really came from zero Isse going stupid fuego I need pounds dollars and pesos If we do this on my say so Everybody getting paid bro It happens every day though Mums bury their sons hope their babies become angels And there's evil in the streets we wear crooked halos Santo christo bazako loba loba They claiming stuff they talk to much baza ba zoba zoba It's mr never sober Game is never over Press record and I go supernova No the price is never lowered It stay high ima money stoner Born loner I got paranoia Cos them people hope you get it just so they can't take it from ya Aren't you sick of faking Spend your life anticipating Tryna find a bit of greatness Just in hopes that you can't take it You can never take it Im a product of my patience and the time that I put in Half a day in studio I know I would but you wouldn't Isse been in bully mode a born hoodlum Clip of bars I stay shooting Circle small it's exclusive Who let you in Who let you in 9to5 to the world and back