KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz - Foe Or Friend lyrics

Classic shit
This that real Long Beach east side shit
That real Brooklyn shit
We on our fourth Infinity Stone, hold up

Gun pop out quick, you friend or foe, nigga?
Snitches in town, you sitting around a mole
Nigga you hitting the ground
Hollow tips in the pound
Like a bitch who strip in a
Gown, they spinning around a pole, nigga
Send shots at the king, I'm on the throne
Killa
Give props to queens who get they own skrilla
I salute the day-jobbers wholeheartedly
'Cause hoes be grave robbers, oh, pardon me
Gold diggers put your hands in the air
If you want the encore get out your seat
What you acting likе Rosa Parks for?
The Art of War author, nigga, hardcore
Thesе sixteens go to work, nigga
This Job Corps i stay ahead of my
Competition by real margins get a bag
Walk in the booth like I'm still starving
Fifty cent for a ramen
Noodle's a real bargain
Used to steal at Target while my
Brother was in a little apartment
It was raining, he cooking ready rock
Hole in the roof
We caught the water in spaghetti pots
Now we let the Chevy hop
They know me on every block fuck every opp
I send 'em venom like Eddie Brock
I'm in the room, better address your elephant
I've been spitting silly since
Them Willie Esco lettermans
You niggas ain't got no
Backbone Jell-O dwellin' in
Your exoskeleton, softer than yellow gelatin
Say hello to the west coast veteran
In a red Ghost sailin' with a
Female who got ghetto melanin
And she dressed so elegant
While my dress code's relevant
Full of retro elements, talking Jordans
The M4s walk down on you corny-ass flunkies
The industry's full of yes-men
And horny-ass junkies
And y'all made 'em famous in this rap shit
That's okay because we back, bitch

Friend of foe? Yo, state your biz
Hm, you tendin' dough? Well, there it is
Me? You ain't know who I am
By now, then you ain't Hip-Hop, bitch
Big block
Fifth up in the air the day that BIG got hit
It's Brooklyn
Spaceship with the sick cockpit
Only got time to make a pit stop, bitch
So give top quick
I'm running late, hour hands glid by six
By the way, your wristwatch ticks
Then it's not it
Got on a Rollie Deepsea while
I'm deep sea diving
That's oysters near the Oyster
In the Fiji Islands
Moisture on my neck, you boys see me shinin'
No Moissanite on deck, that's some VV vibin'
Better tuck that, 'cause he be wildin'
Shit, I'll turn his parents to
BeBe and CeCe Winans
Fuck the game plan, I'm from the old Brooklyn
Before all the gang banging
Brains hanging at every train station
No safe havens, they found him on the street
And come off the sheepskin
Now he count 'em in his sleep
I ain't living in my past
I'm just tryna tell your ass
That my trigger used to blast
And you know history repeats, uh
I'm honestly not too fond
Of the newer eighties
I'd probably just do a bomber
With Pradas under the Yankee
Or maybe some crazy Fear of
God joggers I'm feeling lazy
My whole closet should be in
Navy cause I'm wavy
Coming up in them projects, it was hard
Now I fit two project apartments in my garage
And that's without moving my cars
See, the hand I was dealt was harsh
But I hit the river card
If you think I'm still grabbing advances
Chance is slimmer than a short
Flight to Los Angeles
And we just secured a college
Tour of them campuses
Broads pullin' on my Js
Hawkin' like Kansas is
This a different kind of art, these canvases
Ain't seen tougher paintin' since sprayin'
With cans and shit if you a friend you a
Friend, you my friend's friend, you good
You a friend of my foe, you both gone
My friend