"Safe" lyrics
KXNG Crooked Lyrics
Dear God, I'm tryna keep the faith (Keep the faith)
The streets wanna smoke me like a eighth (Like a eighth)
Barely eating, had scraps on my plate (On my plate)
I still bow my head and say grace (Amen)
The rich life (Life), bless me with a taste (Just a taste)
I only want a mansion and a Wraith (And a Wraith)
And when we outside on the paper chase
Please, let my niggas get home safe
And let me get home safe
Imagine living life as the have-nots
In the land of the evictions and the padlocks
Where the sticks gon' fire like a matchbox
And bad cops been the opps since my grand pops
This is what they told the ghetto kids living under a dark cloud
"Your future is bleak, better start now
You gotta be smart now, smarter than others"
They said that part loud
A hard smile from a starved child
That was me in the pictures, my mama up reading the scriptures
I'm in my bunk dreaming of riches
My older brother with the gang members drinkin' and smokin'
Weed in the kitchen, our poor little house deep in the trenches
Years pass, then I'm strapped now, rolling the biggie
As the fog and nightfall crawled over the city, my .38 smokin'
But when the pearly gates open, don't you forget me
I did dirt, I hope you forgive me, for real 'cause
Dear God, I'm tryna keep the faith (Keep the faith)
The streets wanna smoke me like a eighth (Like a eighth)
Barely eating, had scraps on my plate (On my plate)
Still, I bow my head and say grace (Amen)
The rich life (Life), bless me with a taste (Just a taste)
I only want a mansion and a Wraith (And a Wraith)
And when we outside on the paper chase
Please, let my niggas get home safe
Let me get home safe
'Cause I've been working all my life tryna get paid
Going hard in the yard since the sixth grade
Every mistake that I made was a brick laid
Guess it's life preparing me for the big stage
I've been working all my life tryna get paid
Going hard in the yard since the sixth grade
Every mistake that I made was a brick laid
Guess it was preparing me for the big stage
Imagine life giving you a bad deal, how does that feel?
You in fear you may lose, you scared to make moves
So you stand still like you in a landfill
Then you blow up off your rap skills
That was me, that's the backstory
Hey, yo, Crooked, remember, you coming back for me?
That was my homie, you know I went back for him
No amount of success can change what's mandatory
Dear God, I'm tryna keep the faith (Keep the faith)
The streets wanna smoke me like a eighth (Like a eighth)
Barely eating, had scraps on my plate (On my plate)
Still, I bow my head and say grace (Amen)
The rich life (Life), bless me with a taste (Just a taste)
I only want a mansion and a Wraith (And a Wraith )
And when we outside on the paper chase
Please, let my niggas get home safe
Let me get home safe
Imagine coming home on a Friday
And thanking God 'cause I made it to my driveway
After a couple of niggas looked at me sideways
You got baby grands, put away them Steinways
I could put a bag on your head just like a silk bonnet
And get away smoother than Silk Sonic
With zero witnesses, me, I'm building businesses now
But fuck around and you find out if I still got it
I'm tryna stay out of the negative zone
My perspective has grown and that's why I left it alone (On God)
So think about it when this record is on
Even real niggas get killed and they never get home (No lie)
I find it hard to sleep in the night
Thinking of deleting my old ways and keeping my life
Last year was dark, now I'm seeking the light
Got a reason to fight, I just need my frequency right
So I'm like
Dear God, I'm tryna keep the faith (Keep the faith)
The streets wanna smoke me like a eighth (Like a eighth)
Barely eating, had scraps on my plate (On my plate)
Still, I bow my head and say grace (Amen)
The rich life (Life), I just want a taste (Just a taste)
I only want a mansion and a Wraith (And a Wraith)
And when we outside on the paper chase
Please, let my niggas get home safe
And let me get home safe
Gratitude
Gratitude
The streets wanna smoke me like a eighth (Like a eighth)
Barely eating, had scraps on my plate (On my plate)
I still bow my head and say grace (Amen)
The rich life (Life), bless me with a taste (Just a taste)
I only want a mansion and a Wraith (And a Wraith)
And when we outside on the paper chase
Please, let my niggas get home safe
And let me get home safe
Imagine living life as the have-nots
In the land of the evictions and the padlocks
Where the sticks gon' fire like a matchbox
And bad cops been the opps since my grand pops
This is what they told the ghetto kids living under a dark cloud
"Your future is bleak, better start now
You gotta be smart now, smarter than others"
They said that part loud
A hard smile from a starved child
That was me in the pictures, my mama up reading the scriptures
I'm in my bunk dreaming of riches
My older brother with the gang members drinkin' and smokin'
Weed in the kitchen, our poor little house deep in the trenches
Years pass, then I'm strapped now, rolling the biggie
As the fog and nightfall crawled over the city, my .38 smokin'
But when the pearly gates open, don't you forget me
I did dirt, I hope you forgive me, for real 'cause
Dear God, I'm tryna keep the faith (Keep the faith)
The streets wanna smoke me like a eighth (Like a eighth)
Barely eating, had scraps on my plate (On my plate)
Still, I bow my head and say grace (Amen)
The rich life (Life), bless me with a taste (Just a taste)
I only want a mansion and a Wraith (And a Wraith)
And when we outside on the paper chase
Please, let my niggas get home safe
Let me get home safe
'Cause I've been working all my life tryna get paid
Going hard in the yard since the sixth grade
Every mistake that I made was a brick laid
Guess it's life preparing me for the big stage
I've been working all my life tryna get paid
Going hard in the yard since the sixth grade
Every mistake that I made was a brick laid
Guess it was preparing me for the big stage
Imagine life giving you a bad deal, how does that feel?
You in fear you may lose, you scared to make moves
So you stand still like you in a landfill
Then you blow up off your rap skills
That was me, that's the backstory
Hey, yo, Crooked, remember, you coming back for me?
That was my homie, you know I went back for him
No amount of success can change what's mandatory
Dear God, I'm tryna keep the faith (Keep the faith)
The streets wanna smoke me like a eighth (Like a eighth)
Barely eating, had scraps on my plate (On my plate)
Still, I bow my head and say grace (Amen)
The rich life (Life), bless me with a taste (Just a taste)
I only want a mansion and a Wraith (And a Wraith )
And when we outside on the paper chase
Please, let my niggas get home safe
Let me get home safe
Imagine coming home on a Friday
And thanking God 'cause I made it to my driveway
After a couple of niggas looked at me sideways
You got baby grands, put away them Steinways
I could put a bag on your head just like a silk bonnet
And get away smoother than Silk Sonic
With zero witnesses, me, I'm building businesses now
But fuck around and you find out if I still got it
I'm tryna stay out of the negative zone
My perspective has grown and that's why I left it alone (On God)
So think about it when this record is on
Even real niggas get killed and they never get home (No lie)
I find it hard to sleep in the night
Thinking of deleting my old ways and keeping my life
Last year was dark, now I'm seeking the light
Got a reason to fight, I just need my frequency right
So I'm like
Dear God, I'm tryna keep the faith (Keep the faith)
The streets wanna smoke me like a eighth (Like a eighth)
Barely eating, had scraps on my plate (On my plate)
Still, I bow my head and say grace (Amen)
The rich life (Life), I just want a taste (Just a taste)
I only want a mansion and a Wraith (And a Wraith)
And when we outside on the paper chase
Please, let my niggas get home safe
And let me get home safe
Gratitude
Gratitude
