KXNG Crooked - Cigar Boy lyrics

Yeah
Tenth anniversary for Hip Hop Weekly
Is around the corner
Niggas paranoid, nigga I'm back at it
Star boy, call me cuban cigar boy
The illest

I feel like Michael Jackson with the
Glitter glove at the MTV awards
Rocking a fedora on some Kingpin shit
The flow is Neil Armstrong planting
His flag on a Saturday
That mean I'm moonwalking on
Some weekend shit
I'm from the city of Long Beach
That's where police get hit
And the guns are so voluptuous
Just wanna squeeze this bitch
I'm street shit, my niggas'll never snitch
Rather sleep six
Feet beneath the earth where all
Of they secrets is
G shit, but nowadays the G
Code get treated horrible
Don't it?
Different court than when Jordan was on it
All lame ball games
I'm just enjoying the moment
When I'm recording at four in
The morning destroying opponents
See these rappers like to front like they
The ones that's ill with it
When it come to real lyrics
Cause I'm under skilled
Critics said you was sick
He wouldn't know fuck shit
Even if he was sitting on the toilet
While the plunger still in it
Deal with it, nigga this is God level flow
What I'm about to say
Next, I'm freestyling
So I never know
Booth pitch black, watch bezel glow
This that Breakfast Club shit
Nigga the Lox episode
I just attract those riches
Then racks come to me
I just attract more bitches
Than flat tummy tea
I just rap so vicious
It's a civil duty to be a star boy
Like I mixed the class
On civics and astrophysics
I'm out here getting at your Mrs
I didn't know though
If she ain't loyal that's your business
I got the TDE strap
Nigga the shrapnel visit's
Your abs and your soul 'cause
It's pointed at your gizzard
Don't act so 'spicious
What's that? That's those crickets
I leave everybody he knows bleeding
Back row tickets
Gimme the cash flow digit's
Gimme the rap flow so heavy
In food for thought
That it crack your dishes
And snap your dentures
(Bitches) Rappers can't compete
With the wisdom
They still got the brainwashing they
Received from the system
I could've easily dissed them
Squeeze it and leave them a victim
'Cause we be taking beef literally
Like a thief in the kitchen
You lost souls, I ain't judging y'all
I ain't the magistrate
The plates is out of steak
The Chucks is rattlesnake
The bucks won't change me no
Matter the amount I make
'Cause I know how to keep shit sweet
Even when I'm out of cake
Nah, I don't need a dollar to thrive
Before I had an Impala to
Drive with models inside
I opened a book of real niggas
Followed the guide
While my lioness gave me head
And swallowed my pride
I took all of my problems astride
Gotta survive
Even when I feel like my
Extended clips hollow inside
Had God on my side
Started from the bottom and rise
I lost a couple of friends
Caught them in lies
Like being in a relationship you need
To break up and escape
Or staying with a deadbeat you need
To wake up and replace
Or Donald Trump shaking hands with
Martin Luther the Third
Niggas showing fake love straight
Up to my face
Dog, that ain't nothing but a life lesson
I'm glad you expose yourself
I don't like guessing
I'm in a swimming pool
That'll shock Khaled
Counting my blessings
Ordering cobb salad with some light dressing
Your favorite rapper? You swear
That he the craziest
Then you find out he not the
Savior that he say he is
All his songs fire 'cause
Of Holy Ghost writers
It's like finding out the bible
Was written by some atheists
Man, I do this shit religiously
I do this shit religiously
Realest nigga in the industry
Illest nigga in the industry
This is COB

COB season
What we say? We say "all year"
We doing this all year!
I'm on fire! Yeah, to the grinders
Forever, forever, forever
Out