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trafficin' green - crooked i lyrics

[intro: crooked i]
nah homie, i ain’t tryin’ to knock your hustle
i hear a lot of y’all n*ggas talk about movin that weight, man
ya’namean, that powder
or that hard
ya’namean
y’all forgettin’ about that green, though
that chronic
that martian
that kush
that granddaddy and trainwreck, man
we traffic green, homie

[verse 1]
no
i don’t wanna push rocks
i got three kush spots
crooked cops and k!llers who lay on rooftops
they’ll clean the floor wit’chu like n*ggas who push mops
put you in a wood box, i’m callin’ them hood shots
i don’t wanna push white (nah)
i got some bubble kush you put in your kush pipe
it brings you a good night
it brought me a good life
chrome pipes under the bike
platinum under the ice
my pockets are just right (yeah)
i don’t gotta push raw ’cause pounds of the sticky
lockin’ down any city
every town that you give me
is my down n*ggas wit me?
on the mound, gettin’ busy
we not pitchin’, pitchin’
just ounces of ziggys
i don’t smoke, gettin’ paid’s where my duty lies
we started off with zips and cutie pies (c’mon)
them qp’s turned into a few p’s
i cross promoted my biz with dudes who move me
’cause some of they clients who do e, blew trees
i’m expandin’ the market, new cheese, ooh wee
so who’s he? i ain’t seventeen*five
i could buy a lamborghini, i ain’t never seen pies (nah)
everything i’ve built is on my evergreen ties
and i’m ballin’ like the rest of these guys
i’m breathin’ the air of financial gain
take a deep breath, ah, that’s a platinum chain
keep breathin’ ’til you sleepin’ in a mansion, mane
breath after breath, yes, we can have some thangs (trafficin’ green, man)
[interlude]
yes
ya mean
y’all can’t forget about that green (i’m trafficin’ green, man)
everybody wanna rap about sellin’ kilos
y’all n*ggas forgot (i’m trafficin’ green, man)
that maf*ckin’ mary jane is goin’ under the radar
and we’ll ball out on n*ggas (i’m trafficin’ green, man)
hahahahaha
yeah
(i’m trafficin’ green, man)

[verse 2]
tell me how am i gainin’ ground
if right now i’m layin’ down
i vow not to play around
in the city of angels is the devils playground
ironic the way it sound, it can only weigh us down
i ain’t askin’ y’all to love me blindly
but will my history judge me kindly
it was ugly, grimy
some of my crimies died untimely
did it unrefined me
will my guns define me
will i thug ’til 90
all the ones behind me
using bugs to find me
so the judge can try me (woo)
these are the questions i ask myself
sittin’ in my gt, chasin’ cash and wealth
can i turn big money down like dave chappelle
or will i turn nothin’ down but my beige lapel
i was raised in h*ll
started chasin’ mail
my next case will tell
if i face a cell
i’m surprised i’m out
’cause they wish me jail
if i ever get cracked
you should wish me bail
if i ever get crack
you should wish me bail
that’s the liberty bell
let my freedom ring
since they givin’ me h*ll
let me flee the scene
i know my enemies well
they want me to sing
but i don’t snitch (nah)
i call that a hate crime
they hate weight of any kind
crossin’ the state line
(i’m trafficin’ green, man)
’cause i gotta make mine
on the 5 north, pushin’ pounds up the grapevine (yeah)
all i got is a half a ton of weed and some bubble gum
i’m fresh out of bubble yum
so i gotta smuggle some
average americans may not know where i’m from comin’ from
but i don’t think they been to the place i’m runnin’ from
n0body love us
n*ggas get shot for the wrong colors
baby’s get traded for some rocks by they own mothers
if you never lived on the block then don’t judge us (yeah)
my homie k!lled himself with a glock in his own clutches (d*mn)
f*ck it
man, this music is slow
it ain’t white
it’s green
we still use it to blow
(i’m trafficin’ green, man)
[outro]
haha
yeah, man
ya mean
(i’m trafficin’ green, man)
i told you i ain’t knockin’ n0body’s hustle
do your thing, my n*gga
(i’m trafficin’ green, man)
but we gon’ ball on these n*ggas
pushin’ this martian
aye, n*gga, i bet you
(i’m trafficin’ green, man)
i bet you $25,000 i make this 3 pointer
hahaha
(i’m trafficin’ green, man)
yeah
stack m*th*f*ckin’ green
i know all about that white, n*gga
i grew up around a whole (?)
my older brother had the soft and the hard goin’
i saw that nino brown sh*t first hand
but i ain’t f*ckin’ wit that white though
yeah
i’d rather f*ck wit the green

- crooked i lyrics

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