Crooked I - Imperialism lyrics

[Verse 1: Niqle] Lord knows what I'm bout to do I'm bout to put those Forgiato's on that Beamer Coupe I got my Teflon vest and now I feel invincible Gotta still protect my neck cause I ain't got no roof Police just kicked in the door After I sold a brick They heard a n***a got more spots than a doberman And I remember selling dope till it was over with When I ran out of crack c**aine I sold deodorant See I'm going to get this f**ing money by any means I got these f**ing quarter pounder's like Mickey D's My only claim of the thing is I serve the feins 32 around my waist like those skinny jeans I'll let it breathe on you b**hes n***as that still be hating Because I ride on three-piece rims, they still on Dayton's To keep it real ...I don't know, I'm kind of still debating If I should wash money in rap or do some real estate-ing [Hook: Niqle] Would like to give a special thank you for who made me famous And want to give a special f** you to them f**ing haters....HA I know you waiting on me just to fall These n***as left me in these streets they thought that I would starve.....HA Me and Satan had some conversations I'm gone send your a** to hell Now you got reservations...HA You sold your soul for materialism C.O.B taking over this imperialism HA [Verse 2: Niqle] That new Bugatti cost a million dollars So tell illuminati I'm going need a billion dollars My b**h mastered given brain like she done went to college She stuff that don't inside her p**y when we hit the projects I told the kids stay in school don't take for granted I played my f**ing calls right to them I'm f**ing Gambit I want to be like Niqle Nut because he keep his cannon That n***a diamonds clear blue, same colors Captain Planet I beg to differ but I never ever begged those b**hes Momma Jehovah witness so I never had a Christmas The only thing I had close was a ghetto vision My father told me skies the limit if you keep on living I got my back against the wall, I get it in After my moved right out the hood I gotta a Benz I thank God every day cuz I seen many men Lose their life between the 405 and 710 haaa [Hook] [Verse 3: Crooked I] Poppin since I came in the door, got me a record deal Then I put half of that sh** in my n***as that's slangin' the blow Double my hustle I'm making fasho' Stuff A380 for popping these s**ers f**ing these hoes not rocking no rubbers Wanted to be like my uncles and cousins Thought that my brother was rocket on colors All I wanted to do was get that paper, f** what a pig say Whipping around in the Benz, aye, ballin' until my chin gray Hundred thousand a month on rent I be moonwalkin' all across the mothaf**in' floor Pray to god when I go that a n***a die just like MJ That's balling it out (COB!!!) b**hes on in the house (COB!!!) Dick is all in her mouth (COB!!!) Pop bottles while y'all in a drought It's Niqle and Crook We taking over you n***as is shook Grill in my mouth to give it the look Here come the hook [Hook]