| The weeklys |
| Shout-out Mocha Renee |
| Jason Marcus hip-hop spoke wheel music |
| Seth Allah my G, tunes 805 |
| Street sweeper yo |
| I move with some OG menaces |
| Crip walking like O.T. Genesis |
| Don’t sleep 'cause Long Beach infamous |
| Blow heat at the police witnesses |
| Don’t speak we don’t need sentences |
| Both feet in the cold street, yeah |
| Pimp a ho at the liquor store and we low-key, yeah |
| Nigga row not a gigolo but we so deep, yeah |
| Quick to score off the pick and raw, I’ma hit the gold lyrics |
| Hit your soul when I’m on beats I’ma OD, yeah |
| Give me the ball, bigger than y’all, harder they fall |
| Haters are wondering how did they ball? |
| Iller then y’all, realer then y’all, nigga woah |
| Cuban cigars is on my ashtray, see |
| I’m so east side nigga just ask Tray Dee |
| I give it my all soon as I castrate beats |
| 'Cause ain’t no such thing as a halfway me |
| 'Cause ain’t no such thing as a halfway me |
| 'Cause ain’t no such thing as a halfway Crook |
| Scared to death, they scared to look, it’s Crook |
| Scared to death, they scared to look, it’s Crook |
| 'Cause ain’t no such thing as a halfway me |
| Ain’t no such thing as a halfway me |
| They scared to death, they scared to look, it’s Crook |
| They scared to death, they scared to look, it’s Crook |
| 'Cause ain’t no such thing as a halfway me |
| It ain’t no such thing as a halfway |
| Biggie told me to get it the ski mask way |
| And a shotgun when I’m running a deep pass play |
| I drink a glass of wheatgrass like Alizé |
| I creep past like a street rat in a alleyway |
| Dressed in all black, weapons on, better fall back |
| Let it all crack, guess it’s on, better draw straps |
| Settin' y’all traps, set the tone, wet your ball cap |
| Wrecking all tracks, death is on, methanol rap |
| Similes and metaphor by fours |
| Call it a floorboard getting beat to the floor by boards |
| Die by the sword, I swore you can’t afford my wars |
| Jockeys couldn’t knock me off my course or high horse |
| You don’t even inspire me, you could never retire me |
| I just listened to your joints, disappointed entirely |
| Third year of sobriety, hippies still think high of me |
| If a ghostwriter hire me, he gets fired |
| The irony it’s Crook |
| Scared to death, they scared to look, It’s Crook |
| Scared to death, they scared to look, It’s Crook |
| 'Cause ain’t no such thing as a halfway me |
| 'Cause ain’t no such thing as a halfway me |
| Scared to death, they scared to look, It’s Crook |
| Scared to death, they scared to look, It’s Crook |
| 'Cause ain’t no such thing as a halfway me |
| 'Cause ain’t no such thing as a halfway |
| Weeklys returned |
| Bark at your dog (Haha) |
| See y’all next week |
| Aight Aktive let’s get the fuck outta here bro |