Supposed To Be (feat. Rein One)
This is how it's supposed to be done
Get ready cause here we come
The L cuts the record up
And begins wrecking stuff
It's a much that grab the mic when it's passed to me
Rapidly, never haphazardly that's blasphemy
Atrophy
Is what you get for not practicing
I'll snipe you off the balcony
Tactfully
On a canopy with the calvary in back of me
It's KO Style, Yall know it's me
Man I ain't afraid of shi
Street fight an angel slap the devil like a bitch
Whoever got beef man bring thos cows
Online of offline we can mash it out
Fuck you lil somethings and your rainbow braids
You ain't saying shit and your beats sound the same
Watch the big pump when I pop the hatchback
Selling tapes out the trunk no market hashtags
A million views but you faking the funk
Nobody give a shit you had pancakes for lunch
Lordy mercy Ole Man Sour got bars
I keep locked down stacked up pulling cards
I jack the king queen off suit how I grind
And hold a royal flush for them toilet paper rhymes
I flip the verse last fresh like the first pass
Feel the beat burst pass, failed my mc curse class
Gone from my vocab, not mo better, mo bad
Sighted like go dad, if you know me there is no nag
Never, this isn't good, this is better
Each letter hits your dome, hard like inclimate weather
Storming headphones, now to hereafter
KLRD so dope, the heavens postponed the rapture
Get ready cause here we come
The L cuts the record up
And begins wrecking stuff
It's a much that grab the mic when it's passed to me
Rapidly, never haphazardly that's blasphemy
Atrophy
Is what you get for not practicing
I'll snipe you off the balcony
Tactfully
On a canopy with the calvary in back of me
It's KO Style, Yall know it's me
Man I ain't afraid of shi
Street fight an angel slap the devil like a bitch
Whoever got beef man bring thos cows
Online of offline we can mash it out
Fuck you lil somethings and your rainbow braids
You ain't saying shit and your beats sound the same
Watch the big pump when I pop the hatchback
Selling tapes out the trunk no market hashtags
A million views but you faking the funk
Nobody give a shit you had pancakes for lunch
Lordy mercy Ole Man Sour got bars
I keep locked down stacked up pulling cards
I jack the king queen off suit how I grind
And hold a royal flush for them toilet paper rhymes
I flip the verse last fresh like the first pass
Feel the beat burst pass, failed my mc curse class
Gone from my vocab, not mo better, mo bad
Sighted like go dad, if you know me there is no nag
Never, this isn't good, this is better
Each letter hits your dome, hard like inclimate weather
Storming headphones, now to hereafter
KLRD so dope, the heavens postponed the rapture
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Powell
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