Crooked
• Written by FredWest
What's going on
It's plain and simple.
All night long
When I train it could pop yo pimples
This ain't the life that I chose
Either way man I had to go
Not like I wanted to though
And you should already know Fred come in with the most simplistic flow.
Shout out futuristic cause he's doing shit different though.
People always called me gifted woah
Ever since I started rapping got the sickest hoes. I don't know
Has my life changed have I been stuck here forever
World full a pain till my neck felt servered
Girl you know her name, booby trap like a hidden lever
Spitting so clever
Whatever the weather, a veteran but better
Flow so cold heres a sweater
idk if she'll catch up
that way she grabs nuts, i dont know know if I'll let her
I'ma leave you here
crystal clear
I got this from here
just written fear
this is my year and I'll take it
Fred west don't mistake it
never will I ever been mistaken
better the most and I ain't fakin,
shaking you up like some bacon,
toss yo ass like a salad,
I don't really care what you sayin,
yo argument is invalid
where you at! cause I don't see you,
when I rap I feel like I'm see through
I was glad I never met rudes like you ,
tryna make all the rules
but never paid ya dues
no for real who you think you are
think you rap you ain't got 2 bars
I go 2 hard
flows will scarr
leave yo ass burnt charzard
different body parts sizzled charged
im an extra crispy buiscuit
lookking.back like oh.what.is.this
mad a skinny.white boy cant get the. buisness
My life you wish you lived it,
My writtens keep on give in
My pain starts shifting
My lane start switching
My brain start twitchen
My flame start spittin
This is my game so good ridance
Put you to shame then you forbidden
I don't know why you be looking
All the flows I keep on cooking
All the shows I keep on booking
I'll be rapping till my mouth ain't crooked
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About the Artist
FredWest
Member since June 30 2015