kansas

WOoh
J R Young wall
Yeah
west side up
Map town down

The bag is in
The bag is in
I'm ready to move
Designer shirt
Designer jeans
It come with the shoes
I go to sleep Monday and Tuesday
I'm on a cruise
Don't look for me
Won't be able To find me
You on a goose
The trap going bananas
Born and raised in
Cleveland Ohio
Running my city like Kansas
Blasting off
Strap with the rocket
Come with the Steve Francis
I knock a bad yellow bone down
She want to be Romantic

Keep dat little scrap
Get your head buss
And if your nose bleed
Keep your head up
Thru them bad times
Yea it's mind boggling
I take da beef easy
At your neck violin
Big drums in the back
Base hitting like the 80s
Shorty mash potatoe thick
When you add a little gravy
I know I can handle it
Team full of savages
Big stepping not a act
But it's causing all yeah
I be in the studio
And I'm jus making hits
I might Uber on your bitch
If she ain't taking lyft
All this ice on my wrist
Came from a risk
I ain't never changed
I just changed up the drip
Mother fucker

I'm a tell a bitch
What she want to hear
May not be the truth
But I'm the truth
Lies a disappear
I got Prada shoes on
Cartier my frame Nigga
I be doing numbers
Then I go and get it
Changed nigga
I might get a clothes line
Just so you can hang nigga
Fucking on a white girl
She just want to bang niggas
Rockstar lifestyle
This my entertainment
Been to many places
But never been complacent
They then put me next up to bat
Just to make hits
Take a niggas shoes
Thats the only way
I take kicks
I don't fight fair Nigga
Yeah I let that Kay spit
Reload and dump
I then gave that boy a face lift
I'm dangerous nigga



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Writer(s): Donte Wallace
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