Karma's Theory
How many tracks until they hate me
Too many bars, I made a prison without the gate key
If this don't ever show you I'm willing do this greatly
You'll never be able to stop all the hate that you getting daily, and
ugh, I'm like fuck you, pay me
Pray to God my fellas are good and look what He gave me
An eye for an eye makes the world a little hazy
In my city I'm compared to the rapper that went by Kenny
So damn
There's a reason why I'm cocky
Rappers doin' this full time, this shit's a hobby
I don't think they'd understand if I did
Matter fact, I just might
Just to show you man, free ain't free, and it's on sight
Say-la-vie to mental fights
'cause I will be, what I wish I
Wow
There my pride go again
Excuse the tone that I'm in, I've been let down by these so called "rappers"
Think I'm one of they friends
Here's the difference tween you and me
Or you and I
I'm not a student at some UNI
With a bitch that lies
But instead is just got caught in the moment and takes her anyway
I'm kissing my teeth
By the way they lookin' at me, they bitch got me on repeat
When I abandoned my bitch then she would've seen
My role I have in the city, no short of king
Where they hidden
Where they hidin' at
It's like whenever I drop they peek-a-boo part of that
They scream and shout just before like "You ain't nothing, it's sad"
I have my father and family, I got enough of that
I've had enough of that
I've had enough of the trauma, mental barrier's cracked
I was lost in my mind, couldn't take any of that
So every time they ping my phone I just tell 'em it's lag
I was seventeen
Looked at my inner view, I never intervened
I took to drugs and they never did better me
Put myself in illegal and darker scenes
Accustomed to seeing reapers
That syphon by blowing heaters
I'm working harder and harder
To see my niece with some sneakers
Or tracks that'll blow the speakers
Or speakers sayin' "He a leader"
I got it, you got it, we got the drive to get out the cleaners
Woah
We got the fight that'll kill when we on a feature
Woah
070, we control the storm, we the weather
Woah
How many tracks until they make me apart of a clone
Too many bars, I made a prison without the gate key
If this don't ever show you I'm willing do this greatly
You'll never be able to stop all the hate that you getting daily, and
ugh, I'm like fuck you, pay me
Pray to God my fellas are good and look what He gave me
An eye for an eye makes the world a little hazy
In my city I'm compared to the rapper that went by Kenny
So damn
There's a reason why I'm cocky
Rappers doin' this full time, this shit's a hobby
I don't think they'd understand if I did
Matter fact, I just might
Just to show you man, free ain't free, and it's on sight
Say-la-vie to mental fights
'cause I will be, what I wish I
Wow
There my pride go again
Excuse the tone that I'm in, I've been let down by these so called "rappers"
Think I'm one of they friends
Here's the difference tween you and me
Or you and I
I'm not a student at some UNI
With a bitch that lies
But instead is just got caught in the moment and takes her anyway
I'm kissing my teeth
By the way they lookin' at me, they bitch got me on repeat
When I abandoned my bitch then she would've seen
My role I have in the city, no short of king
Where they hidden
Where they hidin' at
It's like whenever I drop they peek-a-boo part of that
They scream and shout just before like "You ain't nothing, it's sad"
I have my father and family, I got enough of that
I've had enough of that
I've had enough of the trauma, mental barrier's cracked
I was lost in my mind, couldn't take any of that
So every time they ping my phone I just tell 'em it's lag
I was seventeen
Looked at my inner view, I never intervened
I took to drugs and they never did better me
Put myself in illegal and darker scenes
Accustomed to seeing reapers
That syphon by blowing heaters
I'm working harder and harder
To see my niece with some sneakers
Or tracks that'll blow the speakers
Or speakers sayin' "He a leader"
I got it, you got it, we got the drive to get out the cleaners
Woah
We got the fight that'll kill when we on a feature
Woah
070, we control the storm, we the weather
Woah
How many tracks until they make me apart of a clone
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