Kani

I gotta stay strapped, that's the only way
I gotta get m's, that's the only way
I gotta hold her tight, that's the only way
I gotta drip high, that's the only way
I got a AP in my left pocket
Knife in the other one
She told me that she wanna have some fun
I got some problems I don't wanna fix
Still they be messin' me up

Already left you don't even gotta speak
Deposit money and it's growin' like a tree
Got a AP wrist, got a AP wrist
Don't know what it's called, yuh
Always stayed real to the ones
Who stayed real to me

Keep a lil' sailor, AP run
If I talk, it's 1 on 1
I feel like I'm Delеxx
All the racks and all the flows
Go on tour, left your bitch bеhind
If it's mine, then it's mine
If it's not, I'mma take it
I feel like I haunt
I'mma show up in a nightmare soon
Always got the strap
Better play it safe 'fore you get murked

Already left you don't even gotta speak
Deposit money and it's growin' like a tree
Got a AP wrist, got a AP wrist
Don't know what it's called, yuh
Always stayed real to the ones
Who stayed real to me

I've been on the road, bitch
I've been swervin' so damn hard
Don't even know if that is smart
But from the back I hit it hard
Take you under my wings
Put you on to Balmain
Rollie no damn face
No face, no case
On my grave, I'm dead
I'm livin' on the edge
Feelings, life's a mess
Fast life on, I'm livin' that shit, yeah

Already left you don't even gotta speak
Deposit money and it's growin' like a tree
Got a AP wrist, got a AP wrist
Don't know what it's called, yuh
Always stayed real to the ones
Who stayed real to me

Always stayed real to the ones
Who stayed real to me
Always stayed real to the ones
Who stayed real to me
Always stayed real to the ones
Who stayed real to me
Always stayed real to the ones
Who stayed real to me

Are we thinking about having thoughts at all times?
And that itself is a thought
Or are thoughts really just ways to think about thoughts?
Or are thoughts just thinking?

Lil bitch I'm in the street
I make it work, work, work
Go 'head with that ass
And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
Don't tryna go and test me
You get murked, murked, murked
Fell in love again
I hope it work, work, work

Man, I stepped outside my comfort zone
And did some shit
Drippin' like ice, got Kani on me
The blue check comin' soon
A lot of the things I do
I cannot talk about, it's confidential
I'm stayin' 100 to the bros
But to the enemies, can't look at them
'Cause I might just go and kill on 'em
I'm screaming back to the world
Hundred to the ceiling
Misery avenue, livin' on avenue
On my terms, I'm livin' on the edge
In my world, I fell in love again

Lil bitch I'm in the street
I make it work, work, work
Go 'head with that ass
And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
Don't tryna go and test me
You get murked, murked, murked
Fell in love again
I hope it work, work, work



Credits
Writer(s): Gustav William Nordlund
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