I'm a crip

Lyrics

(Intro)
Turn the monitors up in the control room.
Check the levels, heavy low end.
Engine running, tactical precision, clear vision.
Yeah... check it.
​(Chorus)
I’m a thug, I’m a Crip
I’m a pimp, I’m a Crip
I’m a hustler, I’m a Crip
I’m a businessman, I’m a Crip
I’m a military man, I’m a Crip
Crippin’ all around, standing on solid ground
Cinematic movement, taking over the town.
I’m a thug, I’m a Crip
I’m a pimp, I’m a Crip
I’m a hustler, I’m a Crip
I’m a businessman, I’m a Crip
I’m a military man, I’m a Crip
Crippin’ all around, hear the heavy blue sound.
​(Verse 1)
Steppin' out the alley with the blue lights flashin’
Calculated moves, no reactive panic or crashin’
Underneath the streetlights, shadow on the concrete
Heartbeat syncopated to the rhythm of the streetbeat.
Started in the trenches where the lessons came cold
Every single lesson was worth more than pure gold.
Resilience in the DNA, armor on the chest
Navigating obstacles, puttin’ tactics to the test.
Got the grip on the steering wheel, lowrider leaning
Every single line I spit carrying a double meaning.
Street credit locked, but the vision goes higher
Transforming the heat from the block into fire.
Tough skin, thick skull, mind like a vault
If you slip in this game, you can’t blame another fault.
Solid on the sidewalk, heavy with the stride
Blue handkerchief tied, representing with pride.
​(Chorus)
I’m a thug, I’m a Crip
I’m a pimp, I’m a Crip
I’m a hustler, I’m a Crip
I’m a businessman, I’m a Crip
I’m a military man, I’m a Crip
Crippin’ all around, standing on solid ground
Cinematic movement, taking over the town.
I’m a thug, I’m a Crip
I’m a pimp, I’m a Crip
I’m a hustler, I’m a Crip
I’m a businessman, I’m a Crip
I’m a military man, I’m a Crip
Crippin’ all around, hear the heavy blue sound.
​(Verse 2)
Shift the narrative, now we talkin’ high finance
Walk into the boardroom, execute the real dance.
Silky smooth rhetoric, style so pristine
Cleanest executive that you ever seen.
Pimping out the blueprint, styling on the track
Turning every silver nickel into stacks on stacks.
Charm on maximum, game on locked-down tight
Polished like chrome reflecting neon in the night.
Hustle in the morning hours, hustle after midnight
Turning low odds into strategic foresight.
Supply chain, inventory, ROI focus
No optical illusions, no cheap hocus-pocus.
Got the dynamic flow, master of the asset
Every single proposal is a goal already met.
From the corner to the corporation, scaling up the brand
Blueprint in my hand, dominating the land.
​(Chorus)
I’m a thug, I’m a Crip
I’m a pimp, I’m a Crip
I’m a hustler, I’m a Crip
I’m a businessman, I’m a Crip
I’m a military man, I’m a Crip
Crippin’ all around, standing on solid ground
Cinematic movement, taking over the town.
I’m a thug, I’m a Crip
I’m a pimp, I’m a Crip
I’m a hustler, I’m a Crip
I’m a businessman, I’m a Crip
I’m a military man, I’m a Crip
Crippin’ all around, hear the heavy blue sound.
​(Verse 3)
Tactical formation when I step into the room
Strategic intelligence disperses the gloom.
Strict discipline, standard operation protocol
Standing like a pillar, never let the front fall.
Camouflage mindset, mission-oriented focus
Spotting every phony move, cutting through the locus.
Cadence sharp, boots laced, moving in formation
Mastering the logistics of a global generation.
Precision execution, zero margin for delay
Commanding the theater when we enter in the play.
Loyalty to the squad, honor to the code
Heavy heavy payload carried down the road.
Surveillance on the perimeter, reading every sign
Drafting out the blueprint, line after line.
Sergeant of the soundscape, general of the flow
Every tactical movement planned before the show.
​(Bridge)
It’s an evolution from the curb to the crown
Building up an empire, holding it down.
Grind with the grit, polish with the class
Breaking through the ceiling made of reinforced glass.
Thug stamina, pimp charisma, hustler drive
Businessman wisdom keeping the dream alive.
Military discipline binding every thread
Blue horizon shining directly overhead.
​(Chorus)
I’m a thug, I’m a Crip
I’m a pimp, I’m a Crip
I’m a hustler, I’m a Crip
I’m a businessman, I’m a Crip
I’m a military man, I’m a Crip
Crippin’ all around, standing on solid ground
Cinematic movement, taking over the town.
I’m a thug, I’m a Crip
I’m a pimp, I’m a Crip
I’m a hustler, I’m a Crip
I’m a businessman, I’m a Crip
I’m a military man, I’m a Crip
Crippin’ all around, hear the heavy blue sound.
​(Outro)
Fade the bass down slow...
Roll the credits on the screen.
From the block to the big screen, fully realized.
Crippin' all around...
Fade to black.