Familia

[Verse 1: Julius]

Crooked dice, dice

Crooked dice, dice

Rolling with Crooked, dice, dice

Holding loaded sh*t like rolling with

Crooked, Dice, Dice, get it, get it, get it

Julius, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny, who we missing?

Oh, Demetrius

Ghost n*ggas, ghost n*ggas, n*gga now we even

I get ghost power when I'm squeezing that Tommy Eakin

You probably eating your vegetables when it's time for beefin'

That mean you don't want beef you want a squash like some kind of vegan

This the beginning, this the eve of the Adam's family

Graduated from the savage academy

Gladiators and we clap at anatomy

Calculated when we plannin' a strategy

Mental insanity, Amityville

My will to kill is so strong that Jesus couldn't take the wheel

The Satsui ain't no hotter flow I'm gookin'

I show Ryuken, the show Ryuken fused in with the dark hado then throw Hadoukens

I told you my flows Akuma in the Kuma tape

I boombayeh with the flow I'm using

[Verse 2: Dice]

So I see a rapper still on that same sh*t

Y'all basic, you ain't bar raising, get off the weight bench

Me and my n*ggas going apesh*t like Bee and Jay sh*t

Creating greatness is like work, we call it day shift

Every 365 my squad stock rage

You can put my entire rap group in your top five

Word of advice don't f*ck around with Dice

That's not wise, I give out Colombian Neckties

N*gga that's mob ties

Wait, you n*ggas come up missing on forensic files

Catch a n*gga when he with his Mrs. finna give his vows

On his wedding day, let it spray, then I'm in and out

I get away with murder you heard of the Simpson trial?

Me and my n*ggas stick together this a brotherhood

Y'all don't stick together you ain't even from your brother's hood

F*ck with us I used to wish a motherf*cker would

But I get bored, I wish a motherf*cker could

[Verse 3: Demetrius]

Yeah my family giving these people the business

Shoes and Crook formed the group

The Beatles linking with Hendrix

These brothers compliment each other

Like Snoop and D-R-E on Deep Cover

I beat the beat up never recover

Buzzard beater sh*t, my shot is quick like tryna beat buzzers

This is America, I shoot a lethal weapon, the Glover

Got y'all attention now but first you hate it

Now you on the Crews' nuts just like Terry's perverted agent

I spit aggressive on samples

I'm finna behead every one of my competitors

Theirs heads is resting on mantels

I'm wrecking your castle

Better respect it or meet death in war

I'm Thanos my flow smoother than Tesla door handles

Yeah, f*ck a co-sign, you keep that, we don't need that

We the only rappers in this industry that never need stamps

I let you motherf*ckers have it like a father's day gift

Believe that, we giving rappers more shots than Drink Champs

[Verse 4: Kenny]

Stop coloring my hair, 'cause these n*ggas ruined it

Now it's like an orgy, everybody is doing it

Some even dyed their eyebrows

I don't like how these n*ggas look with my style

So on my bright idea, I turned the lights out

Like click, switching up is light work

Light switch killing n*ggas night night

From my stick leave 'em dead like I hit 'em with a right right quick

Leader of the fight sh*t I pilot

They do whatever to get chicks I do know

Never been a thirsty n*gga been had the juice tho

These rappers don't wanna see lyricists make it

Like their tats is written all over their faces

But when they b*tch, want substance

They play this, yo trust me

'Cause I'll bare my soul where my heart like my cuff link

I go in, without an enter sign, might end the human race

With a line, that's the finish line

Would speak on an enterprise for you fans to witness

But I'ma keep it to myself because that's family business

[Verse 5: KXNG Crooked]

I'm like a retired mobster that moved to Miami's trenches

Resigned from a Slaughterhouse, then he opens a family business

And I finally understand why this industry got it out for me

'Cause I really know, the n*ggas that hung Vanilla Ice off that balcony but back to family business

Nobody's rapping iller, pack artillery, strap concealer

Reactin' fast as killers like asking a caterpillar to smack up a black gorilla

We show you backwards n*ggas in a lab that you lacking chemistry

Go crazy, getting it in

Bars get made 'cause they been in a pen

Flip those pages, rip those stages, killed your favorite and did it again

Most your fans don't know this

You get poked by your pimp while he kiss on his trick

I'ma call that hocus pocus

I been the dopest for the longest

Whats my focus I want smoke with your whole goat list

Like the ghost of Big L wrote this Magnum Opus

I'm the closest to the greats n*gga

Closest to the greats

[Outro: KXNG Crooked]

Yeah family business

We bust slugs off

Y'all drunk off that dumb talk, you hear me

Chuck Taylor stepping across a Persian rug

That's how a godfather plug walk (Ay)

We brung chalk (haha)

'Cause nobody can out rhyme us (Nobody)

See us we the coroners

That mean nobody can outline us