Crocs (Interlude)

I came a long way from runnin out of options Doubled up my pockets Dark shades, head low, fuckin up the optics Always knew that hater shit was comin with the projects Fiend hit the rock, then he stumbled out the projects Real nigga recognize real nigga We was in the field with the crops since a lil Man y'all niggas used to chill with the cops How that feel nigga? Knowing that someone you'll kill for known to kill niggas Let me chill nigga In these crocs, I'm big steppin Westside nigga, slept with a Smiff Wesson That's a glock seventeen If I stand in my reflection I could see through y'all niggas You ain't real as you been tellin And the fact that you been tellin tells me niggas overzealous And they don't know where hell is Basically it's jail, where the devils be the felons And all his workers blastin yo shit So just adapt to two elevens That shit be too impressive Don't shoot the messenger, motorolas we was bellin Mix purp with seven up I don't smoke crack, bitch I sell it Yea I'm tryna get a buzz But in my light years we had some good ideas Wonder will I die here or make it to the end, f*ck Just let me know sum Let me know, let me know sum In these crocs I'm big steppin, let me know sum In these crocs I'm big steppin, let me know sum In these crocs I'm big steppin, let me