Crocodile Tears - Billy Woods

32 bars on how to rob and kill your neighbors

Still got the nerve to ask God to save you

The exhale got a whole different flavor

Official policy: don’t do me no favors

Oakland Raiders, empire in decline, but still got plenty paper

Penny wise, pound foolish

Bring the mountain to Mohammed

Move pounds stupid

A capellas, the beats chopped it and looped it

Doing some minor keys, bars, and hooks

Only option, cop the plea, it’s off the books

This year, sync the rapping up, the (w)rapping's off, I can hear

You rapping soft, no heart, defibrillate these niggas (Clear!)

Problem with the army is they wanna be the boss

Problem with secret police is it’s like a dirty gun you can’t toss

President Banana, lips burnt on roaches o' bammer

Bad idea, like borrowing money in the slammer

Let’s get candid on camera

When you hit the big screen don’t let whitey space jam ya

Seeing green under rays, gamma

Stunting shades, Ray Banner

You will like me when I’m angry

I got plenty of home trainin' and manners

Bring me champagne when I’m thirsty

Bring me reefer when I want to get high

Lord have mercy, hope that ya heard me

Y’all can’t hurt me, I’ve been feeling like this a long time

Bring me champagne when I’m thirsty

Bring me reefer when I want to get high

Lord have mercy, hope that ya heard me

Y’all can’t hurt me, I’ve been feeling like this a long time

See folk, you used to son, lookin' at you like you’re broke

And cats used to look up to him smoking coke

That’s that rope-a-dope, negroes tryna float they boat

At high school your mad shot was wet

At junior college, though, they trapped the press

Crowd you off that jumper, couldn’t even hit the net

And they happy to see you back around the way

Eager to front yay

Rob, take a dutch off the blocks

Slip it back in that roll like old slippers

Game on tilt, working them flippers

Start slowing down, the past will get witcha

Five on five, nobody picked ya

Ain’t no 'next', you out the picture

Brown baggin' liquor

You and her bicker

Life crawling by the bottom of the screen like a news ticker

At least you tried, right nigga?

Put that syrup in the mixture

Feeling like a vic, every sip helps the shoe fit ya

Everything that glitters, all gold, ice cold, thrice-fold

Catch the Holy Ghost and the Spirit waiting for Christ to call

But it’s all business, even God waiting for the price to fall

That’s how they do, y’all

That’s life, might as well heist the ball

Bring me champagne when I’m thirsty

Bring me reefer when I want to get high

Lord have mercy, hope that ya heard me

Y’all can’t hurt me, I’ve been feeling like this a long time

Bring me champagne when I’m thirsty

Bring me reefer when I want to get high

Lord have mercy, hope that ya heard me

Y’all can’t hurt me, I’ve been feeling like this a long time