Crime (feat. Kosmo da Gun)

The weather is cold but it's raining
Two barrels and a pair of gloves
I have street discipline, nigga
I was born ready for the curves
Tired of being alone in the same
Ready to be the boss
Home cleaning
Your lady becomes a widow
Guys in the area with hungry pockets
Control the radar of the five o'clock round
I have full awareness that money is instinct
Jump through the window, there's a key in the latch
Carry what you can, clean up the place
Everything is safe, there's a gun in the holster
We're comfortable, but I don't play around
Connection is right to close the link
Private calls
Must be a mistake
Bottles on the table, like it's the end of the year
Always well accompanied
With bitches from the hood
Meat market, connects in the business
And the money circulates, [?] of papers
Troop that went in caught 16
Ate two casinos and a few hotels
To have big money like in the cartels
There are no thrones here, much less kings
You talk about money [?] of the faithful
Everything is bought, rules and laws
You could be the next to fall, ok?

Fake niggas, lay low
Never seen a nigga chasing money
Now seriously, bitch
Drive by, slow mo
Crossfire, going up the street, nigga pre pre
Tell me what you want, joe
Now I only stop with a full bag, nigga feel me
I do my fast and give the go
You can come as you please, bitch you can't kill me

My people are no longer smoking cigars
They're cleaning gold in less than a minute
My niggas have attitude
My niggas make the police stay silent
Every man has a price
But I prefer to be in jail than broke
Cash turns those bitches inside out
But grow up first in the hood if you want to live with weight
If there's no money, the police give a bribe
And those who don't pay for freedom, end up in a bag
Trafficking, kidnapping
It's a recipe like a Saramago book
I want a black God
To ease my trap
White cops have no respect
Was Jesus a skinhead?

Fake niggas, lay low
Never seen a nigga chasing money
Now seriously, bitch
Drive by, slow mo
Crossfire, going up the street, nigga pre pre
Tell me what you want, joe
Now I only stop with a full bag, nigga feel me
I do my fast and give the go
You can come as you please, bitch you can't kill me

Fake niggas, lay low
Never seen a nigga chasing money
Now seriously, bitch
Drive by, slow mo
Crossfire, going up the street, nigga pre pre
Tell me what you want, joe
Now I only stop with a full bag, nigga feel me
I do my fast and give the go
You can come as you please, bitch you can't kill me