Blu & Exile Crumbs
[Intro]
Crumbs
[Chorus: Blu]
Uh, they tryna poison the young and give the teenagers guns
To sell drugs and make (Crumbs)
They want you livin' in slums, they tryna treat you like bums
Man, you gon' let them feed you them (Crumbs)
'Member how crazy it was, back then, you used to get hung
For stealin' (Crumbs)
Uh, and now they cuttin' out your tongue 'cause you can't have none
[Verse 1: Blu]
Ayo, broke, no hope, down to your last buck, stuck
Felt like you got hit with a Mack truck, duck flashy rappers
My 9 bust, some crumbs from your wallet
Kiss the picture of your whippersnappers after they pocket your dollars
Top role models and businessmеn downtown never see us comin'
Oh, now they runnin', now thе police comin' out bustin'
They 'bout to bust and somebody is 'bout to go out bustin'
Buckin' down all the officers that never gave us nothin'
All the politicians that pinched and pinched and never budged
The rich and all the judges that put my niggas in prison for nothin'
We comin' for them, we comin' for everything we ever wanted
Which is nothin' when you stuck in a ditch
Back to the blood of the king's thing
After we clean up king's ring and bling-bling
I'm comin' for the queens and the seeds
Before you vanish, ayo, you gotta take advantage
You gotta be prepared to take much more than you handed
[Chorus: Blu]
'Cause bro, yo, they handin' out (Crumbs)
They tryna poison the young and give the teenagers guns
To sell drugs and make (Crumbs)
They want you livin' in slums, they tryna treat you like bums
Man, you gon' let them feed you them (Crumbs)
'Member how crazy it was, back then, you used to get hung
For stealin' (Crumbs)
Uh, and now they cuttin' out your tongue 'cause you can't have none
[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Uh, high powerful
With the pen, I write fly parables
Them other guys try, but they style is boof (Them niggas bum)
I been the truth like Nas with the chipped tooth (Uh-huh)
Started with a crumb, now my stock rise through the roof
I saw all this shit in my dreams since I was a youth
I manifested the money, now we livin' comfy
On a natural high, vibin' outside the country
FBI want you locked, eatin' lunch meat
Poison the food, killin' you slow while you still hungry (Fuck it)
f..ck the judge, if he have his way, he probably hung me
Speedin' on the road to riches in the front seat
One deep, put the work in yourself, nothin' come free (Uh-huh)
The innocent scared to take it to trial, so they take a plea
Real shit, they'd rather give us nothin', so we take a knee
They'll cap you over a nick, somethin' minute
But this that raw uncut shit you can't dilute (Crumbs)
[Verse 3: ICECOLDBISHOP]
Look, okay, I came to save the youth, these niggas played the youth
Gettin' off my chest what most these niggas scared to say to you
False idols, our titles revert back to the king, that's aight
Young killers jumpin' in the lane that don't even seem his size
Remember he a king and it's some things that he can't see inside
It's the fragility, he a youngin, I don't wanna see him sigh
They sell their box for sellin' rocks to run from cops for crumbs and blocks
But it's all we know, my nigga, we from crumblin' blocks
Rumblin' tops, fists flyin' everywhere, comin' home with knots
I miss the days when we would fight instead of bust our Glocks
The days when hot chili cheese Fritos gave us stomach knots
Before they poisoned us then made way to infiltrate the plot
Not every leader that we love is under flowerpot
I'll teach a class on all this shit in different hour blocks
Talk Black empowerment, real estate, a lil' stocks
'Cause I ain't satisfied with them lil' crumbs that all my niggas got
[Chorus: Blu]
'Cause bro, yo, they handin' out (Crumbs)
They tryna poison the young and give the teenagers guns
To sell drugs and make (Crumbs)
They want you livin' in slums, they tryna treat you like bums
Man, you gon' let them feed you them (Crumbs)
'Member how crazy it was, back then, you used to get hung
For stealin' (Crumbs)
Uh, and now they cuttin' out your tongue 'cause you can't have none
[Outro]
The children of today with little or no chance
The children of tomorrow with no hopes of advance
Still, we must on these tokens rely
Desirable or not, it's do or die
