Top Songs By Crooked I
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crooked I
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joell Ortiz
Songwriter
Rod Sepand
Songwriter
Dominick Antron Wickliffe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
King Tech
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
What are you doin' here?
Better beware if you seein' me and my crew in here
We sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
We sick of gettin' hired, then gettin' fired
A life of crime is our new career
Like Butch Cassidy and Sundance Kid
We masked up, hittin' licks, ain't a one-man gig
We clanned up, case the joint, then we come back in
Like Jesse James, who can argue with a gun that big?
Your hands up, and don't be no hero
Bring those C notes, go hard at below zero
Aimed my pistol right at the casino cashier
Told her, "Bring your ass here
Or you gon' me your G-O-D"
My home town wouldn't give me a job
The city robbed me of my future, now the city I rob
I got a man with a gun on a security guard
And another one for you witnesses who look at me hard
Put the money in the bag, bag
Give a shit? I never have, have
Robin Hood with my big double barrels, my bow and arrow
Was a kid in holy clothes, now it's holes up in your apparel too
Blah! And I move with a thorough crew
Since the sandbox we grew up sharin' a pair of shoes
You say a heist is somethin' that you would never do
Nobody care for me, why should I care for you?
[Verse 2]
My own pops didn't father me
So armed robbery does not bother me, honestly
That's my psychology
Politicians are bullshittin' in this economy
Bein' broke is a pain in the ass like sodomy
Right hand in the air, yeah, I swear solemnly
Follow me and my game plan, we'll hit the lottery
Hell no, we ain't takin' no more downfalls
We really live like Billy the Kid, outlaws
[Verse 3]
Everything out the safe
Let's walk to the vault or everybody ain't safe
Like somebody saw my face, let's not turn this to a case
Now to armed robbery, we armed properly
Hit your body till it deflates
No more air, are we clear? Cool
Less hesitance, more urgency
Don't die over dead presidents
Fill that bag up
See you reachin' for your phone, I'm social media with chrome
Watch how you get tagged up
See, my beef ain't with y'all, it's with the system
The crack in the hood that threw my daddy into prison
For hustling what was given
My mother was on assistance
Nothing was in the kitchen
My stomach did all this twisting
But listen, we gon' eat today
Took them city job tests but we gon' cheat today
Forget a 401(K), 401K in one duffel
I'm stuffin' it till the teeth'll break off of the zipper
Mister, I need this cake
Can't see my face but you can see it in my eyes
There's a whole lotta desperation under this disguise
So total cooperation, I'll make sure nobody dies
But funny situations and goodbye
[Verse 4]
My own pops didn't father me
So armed robbery does not bother me, honestly
That's my psychology
Politicians are bullshittin' in this economy
Bein' broke is a pain in the ass like sodomy
Right hand in the air, yeah, I swear solemnly
Follow me and my game plan, we'll hit the lottery
Hell no, we ain't takin' no more downfalls
We really live like Billy the Kid, outlaws
[Verse 5]
My own pops didn't father me
So armed robbery does not bother me, honestly
That's my psychology
Politicians are bullshittin' in this economy
Bein' broke is a pain in the ass like sodomy
Right hand in the air, yeah, I swear solemnly
Follow me and my game plan, we'll hit the lottery
Hell no, we ain't takin' no more downfalls
We really live like Billy the Kid, outlaws
Written by: Dominick Antron Wickliffe, Joell Ortiz, Rod Sepand