Crooked Streets (Chopped & Screwed) - E.S.G, Big 50

Ain’t no love on these crooked-ass streets

Keep your ass out the kitchen if you can’t stand the heat

Pouring brew for my niggas and puffing up on the Swisha

Cause ain’t no telling when them hollow points’ll hit ya

Fresh up out the county on vacation

Back up on the streets with deferred judification

A menace to society, a threat to the system

Just because the asses are white don’t mean you have to kiss em

Crooked cops and crack rocks, they always seem to run my block

So now I’m thinking of different ways that I could make a knot

Without winding up doing five to ten

Cause ain’t no love for us motherfucking thugs in the pen

I gots to get the grip cause my fingers keep on slipping

Plus my baby’s mama is always tripping

So I stay high and reside in my hood

Even though the times are hard, to me it’s all good

Crooked thoughts in my mind of a thousand different crimes

Time after time, I have to uncock my nine

Just to save myself from some drama

Now my step partner’s started smoking the rocks, and they laid off my mama

Times are getting harder in the south without no doubt

Don’t wanna try the dope game cause ain’t too many ways out

But what the hell, a dolla is a dolla

Plus my little brother wants a 64 Impala

But for now I’m in the 'Lac like the Mack, having a paper stacks

Hitting licks and cooking kis, pulling major jacks

Pack a nine-inch Glock to protect my rep

And I be praying that my brother don’t be following my footsteps

Stay in school cause on the cool, remember the golden rule

Cause nowadays, see these niggas’ll act a fool

And you can be the one that catch your hollow tip

And to this day for taking my younger brother on that trip

To meet this ho-ass nigga from the other side of town

Not knowing this’ll be the day my blood hit the ground

Two to the head and four to the leg

Buck, Buck, them gunshots

Fucking with that fast life, death is what I got

Yo, my older brother was an O. G

Sold a lot of dope, baby passed the business down to me

Showed me everything from the crème de la crème

Now that I’m older, people say that I’m just like him

I made it halfway with my brother’s help

Now that he’s dead, I’ll follow in his footsteps

I gets respect in my motherfucking neighborhood

I bar none.

I hold my nuts like my brother would

My mother prays every night.

She hopes that I will change

But what my mama don’t know, it’s a muthafuckin G thang

Seventeen, and I’m out here in the street life

Sleep all day and run the streets all damn night

I brought a 'Lac just like my brother’s

Same interior, same style, and the same color

I hit the club.

Bitches all up on me

Whispering in my ear how much I look like Jody

I reminisce and hit the spliff like I know how

Thinking to myself, «if my brother could see me now»

It’s fucked up how my brother passed away

Two days before his birthday, I watched my nigga get sprayed

Ran over to his bloody body, picked him up, dude

Held him by the head, and told him, «Don't die, fool»

He looked at me, and he said in a low voice

«They couldn’t fade me, so death was the only choice»

He closed his eyes and held my hand with a tight grip

The grip slipped, and I yelled like a bitch

A proper burial, that’s what my brother got

Until this day, I can still hear those gunshots