[Intro]
The weeklys
Shout-out Mocha Renee
Jason Marcus hip-hop spoke wheel music
Seth Allah, my G, tunes 805
Street sweeper, yo

[Verse 1]
I move with some OG menaces
Crip walking like O.T. Genesis
Don't sleep 'cause Long Beach infamous
Blow heat at the police witnesses
Don't speak, we don't need sentences
Both feet in the cold street, yeah
Pimp a ho at the liquor store and we low-key, yeah
N***aro, not a gigolo, but we so deep, yeah
Quick to score off the pick and raw, I'ma hit the gold lyrics
Hit your soul when I'm on beats I'ma OD, yeah
Give me the ball, bigger than y'all, harder they fall
Haters are wondering how did they ball?
Iller then y'all, realer then y'all, n***a, whoa
Cuban cigars is on my ashtray, see
I'm so east side n***a just ask Tray Deee
I give it my all soon as I castrate beats

[Chorus]
'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me
'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me
'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway Crook
Scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook
Scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook
'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me
Ain't no such thing as a halfway me
They scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook
They scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook
'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me
It ain't no such thing as a halfway
[Verse 2]
Biggie told me to get it the ski mask way
And a shotgun when I'm running a deep pass play
I drink a glass of wheatgrass like Alizé
I creep past like a street rat in a alleyway
Dressed in all black, weapons on, better fall back
Let it all crack, guess it's on, better draw straps
Settin' y'all traps, set the tone, wet your ball cap
Wrecking all tracks, death is on, methanol rap
Similes and metaphor by fours
Call it a floorboard getting beat to the floor by boards
Die by the sword, I swore you can't afford my wars
Jockeys couldn't knock me off my course or high horse
You don't even inspire me, you could never retire me
I just listened to your joints, disappointed entirely
Third year of sobriety, hippies still think high of me
If a ghostwriter hire me, he gets fired, the irony
It's Crook

[Chorus]
Scared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook
Scared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook
'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me
'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me
Scared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook
Scared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook
'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me
'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway
[Outro]
Weeklys returned
Bark at your dog (Haha)
See y'all next week
Alright, Aktive, let's get the fuck outta here, bro