Can't Relate (feat. Lowkeykeenan)
I got this shit on my own
They get their clout from the hoes
I cannot relate to those
Smoking I'm blowing my o's
Tell them peace out I'm going to go
I got some cash got to get me some more
If your not with me then get out the door
I see myself up on top I'm going to get it I'm cold
I got this shit on my own
They get their clout from the hoes
I cannot relate to those
Smoking I'm blowing my o's
Tell them peace out I'm going to go
I got some cash got to get me some more
If your not with me then get out the door
I see myself up on top I'm going to get it I'm cold
As far as I know I'm the coldest around
Shit I'm going to head out of town
I'm going to hit up the plug
Tell him get me a pound
Nah just a zip I been joking
We roll up some shit and then we get to smoking
Dreaming about life in a house on the ocean
I'm getting it done
I'm going to put it in motion
I'm drinking a potion to wipe out emotions
Fuck what your saying It's me and Lil Keenan
Messing with him your going to summon the demons
Messing with me we are going to show you the reason
Why I'm the baddest one out every season
Hating they love to be doing it why?
Because they can't ever get close to the prize
Me I keep grinding I'm getting what's mine
Only gang ties I don't fuck with small fries
I got this shit on my own
They get their clout from the hoes
I cannot relate to those
Smoking I'm blowing my o's
Tell them peace out I'm going to go
I got some cash got to get me some more
If your not with me then get out the door
I see myself up on top I'm going to get it I'm cold
I got this shit on my own
They get their clout from the hoes
I cannot relate to those
Smoking I'm blowing my o's
Tell them peace out I'm going to go
I got some cash got to get me some more
If your not with me then get out the door
I see myself up on top I'm going to get it I'm cold
Just smoked me a pound this week
Man I been high as hell
You say you got that work?
But we could hardly tell
You niggas ain't rapping
Your singing some lies
Little ass boy go and flip them fries
I'm counting up guap
While your rolling up swishers
Damn is that Keenan?
I need me a picture
I'm going to talk my shit and a nigga can prove it
To be honest
You need to stop making music
I'm sliding on tracks and I'm killing this feature
Your bitch cant dance nigga fuck it I'll teach her
Ninety Overall nigga feeling like a demi-god
Been hitting these shots from three point range
Fuck that hoe she can keep my change
Low key Keenan when you say my name
Man
This shit getting to easy
I'm rapping on soft
My boy serving them blocks
I'm taxing an eight for a nigga named Scott
Gary Payton how I keep them locks
Just came home with them knots full of guap
Humble ass nigga because I used to sleep in cots
And hell no we can't Relate
You hang with the fakes while I'm counting up cake
Like damn my boy
We could have shared plates
Fuck it let's get back on track
Niggas ain't fucking with me that's a fact
My opps they slow
I'm running around laps
Got my killstreak
I can see on the map
My boy play d and I keep them sacks
I'd be mad too if I was always in last, bitch
They get their clout from the hoes
I cannot relate to those
Smoking I'm blowing my o's
Tell them peace out I'm going to go
I got some cash got to get me some more
If your not with me then get out the door
I see myself up on top I'm going to get it I'm cold
I got this shit on my own
They get their clout from the hoes
I cannot relate to those
Smoking I'm blowing my o's
Tell them peace out I'm going to go
I got some cash got to get me some more
If your not with me then get out the door
I see myself up on top I'm going to get it I'm cold
As far as I know I'm the coldest around
Shit I'm going to head out of town
I'm going to hit up the plug
Tell him get me a pound
Nah just a zip I been joking
We roll up some shit and then we get to smoking
Dreaming about life in a house on the ocean
I'm getting it done
I'm going to put it in motion
I'm drinking a potion to wipe out emotions
Fuck what your saying It's me and Lil Keenan
Messing with him your going to summon the demons
Messing with me we are going to show you the reason
Why I'm the baddest one out every season
Hating they love to be doing it why?
Because they can't ever get close to the prize
Me I keep grinding I'm getting what's mine
Only gang ties I don't fuck with small fries
I got this shit on my own
They get their clout from the hoes
I cannot relate to those
Smoking I'm blowing my o's
Tell them peace out I'm going to go
I got some cash got to get me some more
If your not with me then get out the door
I see myself up on top I'm going to get it I'm cold
I got this shit on my own
They get their clout from the hoes
I cannot relate to those
Smoking I'm blowing my o's
Tell them peace out I'm going to go
I got some cash got to get me some more
If your not with me then get out the door
I see myself up on top I'm going to get it I'm cold
Just smoked me a pound this week
Man I been high as hell
You say you got that work?
But we could hardly tell
You niggas ain't rapping
Your singing some lies
Little ass boy go and flip them fries
I'm counting up guap
While your rolling up swishers
Damn is that Keenan?
I need me a picture
I'm going to talk my shit and a nigga can prove it
To be honest
You need to stop making music
I'm sliding on tracks and I'm killing this feature
Your bitch cant dance nigga fuck it I'll teach her
Ninety Overall nigga feeling like a demi-god
Been hitting these shots from three point range
Fuck that hoe she can keep my change
Low key Keenan when you say my name
Man
This shit getting to easy
I'm rapping on soft
My boy serving them blocks
I'm taxing an eight for a nigga named Scott
Gary Payton how I keep them locks
Just came home with them knots full of guap
Humble ass nigga because I used to sleep in cots
And hell no we can't Relate
You hang with the fakes while I'm counting up cake
Like damn my boy
We could have shared plates
Fuck it let's get back on track
Niggas ain't fucking with me that's a fact
My opps they slow
I'm running around laps
Got my killstreak
I can see on the map
My boy play d and I keep them sacks
I'd be mad too if I was always in last, bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Lowkey Keenan
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