Kb4l

Can't do complaining thats all my momma been thinking
Know her son got a vision that keep a eye on the franklins
I keep a drink like im fainting but too precise like im painting
Keep some niggas with hammers like I got problems with maintenance

And I ain't say ima banga, everything be a banga
Don't disturb on my ringer i got the hoes like a singer
And last year the first year I got some help for my anger
Last year the last time I got some help from a stranger

Nonchalant I can't help it don't take it personal shawty
You for me so I'll never want the worse for u shawty
Word to loski im forever down to earth with ya shorty
They come and go but "bitch im here" you said it personally shawty

I got love all around me, fuck at least what they told me
But hold ya breathe and wait for something u gon die what they showed me
Gave some niggas some favors and loyalty all they owed me
Rest in peace to la kenneth yea I was shaq he was kobe

And they dont make em like brother, not too many authentic
They don't want you to win but be on ya dick when ya winning

I be talking to father u gotta pray when you sinning
You gotta stack when u make it so its okay when ya spending

Im running low on allat love. I don't I don't need nomo
And I aint never need a nigga, never need a hoe

This Kenneth Brother shit 4L, yea I let it show
Like fuck who had me bitch who got me, that I need to know

Im running low on allat love, I don't need nomo
And I aint never need a nigga, never need a hoe

This Kenneth Brother shit 4L, yea I let it show
Like fuck who had me bitch who got me, that I need to know

I gave my bitch a lil distance we fighting fire with fire...
Rolling wood after woodie we getting higher and higher
Learn from all my decisions im getting brighter and brighter
Now all this weight on my shoulder just getting lighter and lighter

I be hawking to get it, niggas talk it I live it
I aint got time for the gimmicks bitch im a problem like civics
And you determine ya living, u gon get what you giving
Sacrifice for the mission u gotta miss what ya missing

And play ya part like ya Pippen, we break apart i aint trippen...
Aint reply to the dissin, I left it there like im tippin...
Stay the same or be different that was a easy decision...
They gave me reasons to cut em that shit was easy division

I don't know who gon need it, but if u work u gon beat it
Body language I read it, I need to know whats ya reason
Niggas change like the seasons, i told u looks be deceiving...
Niggas fake we aint even before you snake me im leaving

Im running low on allat love... I don't I don't need nomo
And I aint never need a nigga, never need a hoe

This Kenneth Brother shit 4L, yea I let it show
Like fuck who had me bitch who got me, that I need to know

Im running low on allat love, I don't need nomo
And I aint never need a nigga, never need a hoe

This Kenneth Brother shit 4L, yea I let it show
Like fuck who had me bitch who got me, that I need to know



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Writer(s): Bryan Anderson
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