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letra de cob season - kxng crooked

[intro]
yo, it’s cob season again, you know what i mean? lemme talk my sh-t
yo shaun
yo jason
yo tiptoe
lemme talk my sh-t real quick, ya know what i mean
dt carter what’s happening’?
if i die and a rapper make a song for me
but never did a song with me
while i was alive
i want ya’ll to pull his hoe card
’cause he a hoe
it’s cob though yeah

[verse 1]
phony rap n-ggas be lying, no need to call ’em out
pull up in a bentley at stars, my money falling’ out
y’all know what it’s all about
i really know the dope dealers
they rode snow fall about
y’all wasn’t balling’ out, i saw you
you tried to change your pass in your rap lyrics
hoping’ your fans hear it and believе you, but them rap ear it ear it
rap lyric so p-ssy, that you should pap smеar it
i be in the midnight ghost feelin’ like a black spirit
military gang sh-t, n-gga, we came to change sh-t
uppercut the game in the chin ’cause it need a facelift
rats in you racist, i wouldn’t wanna be in your shoes
when the swiss k leave you dead in your k swiss
grew up in a punishing’ environment
’cause the government desired it
facts! but when in the public, they denying’ it
democrats and republicans are hiding’ it
yeah they fire racist cops
but i doubt that his gun is in retirement
i slide that racist n-gga
spending’ your last on the designer belt
that’s how i waste a n-gga
plug ’em inject when a slugs from a glizzy like a grizzly bear hug ’em to death
the grim reaper embrace you n-ggas
[verse 2]
c.o.b’s a family bvsiness comin’ through
what it do?
try to stop my team from getting’ the w
who the f-ck are you?
minding’ my own business i stay sucker proof, f-ck a roof
addicted to convertibles, a gun, a coupe, run the loot
yeah we get fly everything ain’t ’bout the money no
i’m the same guy whether i’m balling’ or my money low
i can still remember when i was bummy yo, hungry yo
systematic oppression only thing in my stomach bro
money just kept getting’ tighter and tighter
tighter than the inside of some fire v-g-n-
and trynna find it was like mining of a diamonds
that’s what we trynna acquire
cost of living it getting higher and higher
strike me with lightning’ if i am a liar
my diet was dire
couldn’t even try to buy at papaya
so i decided to buy me a lighter
just so i can fight fire with fire
heart of a lion and eye of a tiger
like i am describing’ a liger
but i am describing’ a type of survivor
that writers admire and hire
swear to god i can inspire a choir
n0body in the right mind of desire
testimonies that will be only me
no need for me to try to deny it
my friends doubted me but i didn’t buy it
sleeping on me like a night at the hyatt
so i sling rocks like a slingshot
poverty was like goliath the giant
so crooked always got the iron beside em
trapped in the storm eye of poseidon
my life’s more than rhymes i’m reciting’
it is what it is
fertility clinics in beverly hills
abortion clinics all around the hood
they k!lling’ the kids
they don’t want me and my ni–as to live
so i get richer and richer
i keep the dividends my n-gga but this is the jig
i’m sick of the pigs
pull me over ’cause i’m whipping the whip
jealous ’cause my crib bigger than his
talkin’ to me like i’m primitive
all my comprehension’s limited
this what it is
save that condescending sh-t for your kids
guns go dutch splitting your wig
guns go!
[outro]
a journey
the life of a cob bandana, is eternal
uniformly worn by soldiers, generals and brigadier colonels
defacing’ a cob flag
for no rhyme and reason (for no rhyme and reason,)
is an act of treason (an act of treason)
it’s black and white because there’s no grey area (no grey area)
so what we believe in (believe in), is cob season (season)

- kxng crooked

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