Everybody Know

[INTRO] What What what What What what [HOOK: KXNG CROOKED] Everybody know you fucking up the game Everybody know your shit it don't bang Everybody know you never push cane Never shot a thing, lame juice running in your veins We out here gaining power, getting paper, getting pussy We out here gaining power, getting paper, getting pussy We out here gaining power, getting paper, getting pussy And didn't have to sell our soul It's Statik KXNG shit, everybody know [VERSE 1: KXNG CROOKED] I came in this game without a dime in my name The reason they fuck with me, I was rhyming insane Every line was designed with violence and pain I spit and started climbing the ranks Acapella nigga, five minute fling Then I was riding a train home, fuckin with Ramen Doing stick ups with rusty llamas, we ain't got nothing in common If I told you my life story man, your stomach will vomit Now I'm big enough in the game to light a blunt on a comet We the commission, we kill em, we ain't seeking permission Amber alert, I prolly with you freak that you're missing I expect some head till I'm in a fetal position She want breakfast in bed, bitch better sleep in the kitchen Speaking of sleepin, they sleep on me often People are talking way more than they need to be talking The presidential suite you're sleeping in need to be coffins Aye, proceed with some caution when you're speaking of bosses Your main piece can get tossed and Im'ma leave skeet In your office I'm lethal and heartless, Yall niggas so weak to me If you say something hot, Im'ma be shocked Like seeing Stephen Hawking recently walking or easily jogging Your features be garbage, the flow so queezy and nauseous I'm sick, wheezing and coughing, man this rap shit so easy I'm off it I just do it for the real ones who rest in peace and died Man somebody gotta keep them nigga legacy alive [HOOK: KXNG CROOKED] [BRIDGE 2x: KXNG CROOKED] Bitch niggas do it for the fame Me and you will never be the same Power, paper, pussy, 187 on the haters Statik Kxng and we illest in the game [VERSE 2: KXNG CROOKED] And everybody hol'up, Its obvious the streets know From Starlet to Secret Sunday, even the freaks know My Slaughterhouse shooters are deep on the East Coast And you don't wanna see my Long Beach niggas in beast mode Fuck with us, them damn hammers blasting in this bastard Your homies gonna be puttin' bandanas in your casket Niggas got hands, Van Damme or get his ass kicked Rock you to sleep, the sandman will have your ass, bitch The return of real is on the cuss So linkin' up with Selektah, that was a must Even Pandora knows you niggas suck I could never listen to your station and expect to hear us [HOOK]