Isse Baby - Crooked Halos Lyrics

Santo Christo bazo boma bísó
These roads are evil and the game is lethal
Lose your freedom over ego
Tell them people we ain't equal
Really came from zero
Isse going stupid fuego
I need pounds dollars and pesos
If we do this on my say so
Everybody getting paid bro
It happens every day though
Mums bury their sons hope their babies become angels
And there's evil in the streets we wear crooked halos
See they tried to tell me I was nothing special
And that teacher said I'm wasting my potential
See credentials are essential in the life we chose to live
I'm not talking bout nothing if it's some shit I never did
Wait
Back to the teacher that doubting the kid
I ain't proud of the shit
I was clowning and shit
But don't dare this I'm amounting to this
Cos my ceiling where the peak of the mountain is
I grew up in the six where the crooksdem live
Right next to the gypsies crib
Bun weed like the hippies did
Fresh Prince I'm a 90s kid
Not many man that can style like this
Been I while I went wild like this
It's the life I live
I insist
I'm to legit
Not new to this
I never miss
I empty clips
The bars'll hit
And words sink in
More time I see the world my skin thickens
Mind quickens
It's dog eat dog these kids'll carry swords like vikings did
I'm talking take a life and liking it
It's frightening
Life within these blocks we live
The streets are fucking poisoning
The innocence of honest kids
Go from kicking ball and scholarships
To find an opp and offing him
If we honest what the options that their offering
To man that weren't college kids
Man that knew the road before the offices
Santo Christo bazo boma bísó
These roads are evil and the game is lethal
Lose your freedom over ego
Tell them people we ain't equal
Really came from zero
Isse going stupid fuego
I need pounds dollars and pesos
If we do this on my say so
Everybody getting paid bro
It happens every day though
Mums bury their sons hope their babies become angels
And there's evil in the streets we wear crooked halos
Santo christo bazako loba loba
They claiming stuff they talk to much baza ba zoba zoba
It's mr never sober
Game is never over
Press record and I go supernova
No the price is never lowered
It stay high ima money stoner
Born loner I got paranoia
Cos them people hope you get it just so they can't take it from ya
Aren't you sick of faking
Spend your life anticipating
Tryna find a bit of greatness
Just in hopes that you can't take it
You can never take it
Im a product of my patience and the time that I put in
Half a day in studio I know I would but you wouldn't
Isse been in bully mode a born hoodlum
Clip of bars I stay shooting
Circle small it's exclusive
Who let you in
Who let you in
9to5 to the world and back

Santo Christo bazo boma bísó
These roads are evil and the game is lethal
Lose your freedom over ego
Tell them people we ain't equal
Really came from zero
Isse going stupid fuego
I need pounds dollars and pesos
If we do this on my say so
Everybody getting paid bro
It happens every day though
Mums bury their sons hope their babies become angels
And there's evil in the streets we wear crooked halos
See they tried to tell me I was nothing special
And that teacher said I'm wasting my potential
See credentials are essential in the life we chose to live
I'm not talking bout nothing if it's some shit I never did
Wait
Back to the teacher that doubting the kid
I ain't proud of the shit
I was clowning and shit
But don't dare this I'm amounting to this
Cos my ceiling where the peak of the mountain is
I grew up in the six where the crooksdem live
Right next to the gypsies crib
Bun weed like the hippies did
Fresh Prince I'm a 90s kid
Not many man that can style like this
Been I while I went wild like this
It's the life I live
I insist
I'm to legit
Not new to this
I never miss
I empty clips
The bars'll hit
And words sink in
More time I see the world my skin thickens
Mind quickens
It's dog eat dog these kids'll carry swords like vikings did
I'm talking take a life and liking it
It's frightening
Life within these blocks we live
The streets are fucking poisoning
The innocence of honest kids
Go from kicking ball and scholarships
To find an opp and offing him
If we honest what the options that their offering
To man that weren't college kids
Man that knew the road before the offices
Santo Christo bazo boma bísó
These roads are evil and the game is lethal
Lose your freedom over ego
Tell them people we ain't equal
Really came from zero
Isse going stupid fuego
I need pounds dollars and pesos
If we do this on my say so
Everybody getting paid bro
It happens every day though
Mums bury their sons hope their babies become angels
And there's evil in the streets we wear crooked halos
Santo christo bazako loba loba
They claiming stuff they talk to much baza ba zoba zoba
It's mr never sober
Game is never over
Press record and I go supernova
No the price is never lowered
It stay high ima money stoner
Born loner I got paranoia
Cos them people hope you get it just so they can't take it from ya
Aren't you sick of faking
Spend your life anticipating
Tryna find a bit of greatness
Just in hopes that you can't take it
You can never take it
Im a product of my patience and the time that I put in
Half a day in studio I know I would but you wouldn't
Isse been in bully mode a born hoodlum
Clip of bars I stay shooting
Circle small it's exclusive
Who let you in
Who let you in
9to5 to the world and back