Kids Next Door
I'm not even gonna play some shit
I'm not even gonna know what to do with it, boy
Like
I still ain't got a good job, a high five, a well done
First album out already, working on my next one
Learned a lot of shit today, remembering my next one
Y'all ain't gotta ask me to bless, guess what, you're welcome
Mama been playing my album, nonstop to get the bills paid
Problem is I've been living like I don't feel pain
Home on a range, niggas only felt at home on a stage
Reading comments, I'm a slave to the game, but it aint gonna sway
Until I'm getting paid, right now I'm making change
Tryna change the way the people closest to me, see me
They say seeing is believing
If they see me on the TV
Maybe they can see the reason why I go so hard
I done made it so far, from where I was
Problem is I've been shrinking without a therapist
At least the therapeutic method is over, man
Forget it if you let it get the best of you forever, you'll regret it
Man, fuck that. Anything you do, my nigga, I've been done that
Kids next door, I ain't fucking with no rugrats
God, I told a future the way I read him, like horoscopes
I got better vision, they keep on cheating with telescopes
I'm bigger than Mexico, but that could just be my ego
Inspiring these peons, don't it look like Miyagi
I keep improving, I feel like no one stopping MOB
Honestly, email thru, you'll notice the progress
It's tough to digest, like some undercooked beef
Am I shipping medium rare? As if you gotta ask me
Might just travel to Capri, well only for a few days
Lay on the shoreline, just to enjoy upon some sun rays
Return to my city, with a better grasp on my headspace
Never coming last, but I guess it's a known fact
Remember when I couldn't really rap, and now they tuned in
And they got the right frequency, I keep on winning
I'm not pretending, my day ones homies that was close to me
One trip and like it's groceries, you spoil like bad cheese
Lastly, infinite potential, me and SpEx sliding Nicely
Busy building a franchise, I ain't talking white tee's
Yeah, I ain't fucking with no rugrats
Yeah, I ain't fucking with no rugrats
Yeah, I ain't fucking with no rugrats
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm not even gonna know what to do with it, boy
Like
I still ain't got a good job, a high five, a well done
First album out already, working on my next one
Learned a lot of shit today, remembering my next one
Y'all ain't gotta ask me to bless, guess what, you're welcome
Mama been playing my album, nonstop to get the bills paid
Problem is I've been living like I don't feel pain
Home on a range, niggas only felt at home on a stage
Reading comments, I'm a slave to the game, but it aint gonna sway
Until I'm getting paid, right now I'm making change
Tryna change the way the people closest to me, see me
They say seeing is believing
If they see me on the TV
Maybe they can see the reason why I go so hard
I done made it so far, from where I was
Problem is I've been shrinking without a therapist
At least the therapeutic method is over, man
Forget it if you let it get the best of you forever, you'll regret it
Man, fuck that. Anything you do, my nigga, I've been done that
Kids next door, I ain't fucking with no rugrats
God, I told a future the way I read him, like horoscopes
I got better vision, they keep on cheating with telescopes
I'm bigger than Mexico, but that could just be my ego
Inspiring these peons, don't it look like Miyagi
I keep improving, I feel like no one stopping MOB
Honestly, email thru, you'll notice the progress
It's tough to digest, like some undercooked beef
Am I shipping medium rare? As if you gotta ask me
Might just travel to Capri, well only for a few days
Lay on the shoreline, just to enjoy upon some sun rays
Return to my city, with a better grasp on my headspace
Never coming last, but I guess it's a known fact
Remember when I couldn't really rap, and now they tuned in
And they got the right frequency, I keep on winning
I'm not pretending, my day ones homies that was close to me
One trip and like it's groceries, you spoil like bad cheese
Lastly, infinite potential, me and SpEx sliding Nicely
Busy building a franchise, I ain't talking white tee's
Yeah, I ain't fucking with no rugrats
Yeah, I ain't fucking with no rugrats
Yeah, I ain't fucking with no rugrats
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Isaiah Pickett
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