karma

Wait, you're where?

Gango

Karma, bottom of the deck
I-I-I don't mean to alarm ya
I just wanted neck-neck-neck
I smoke 'til I'm gone, yeah
Then hop inside my bed
Shawty cling up to my arm
That I put between her legs

How the fuck I went from feeling like the second player
To puffin in LA with Karm and Yung-fucking-Skayda
They fuckin' with my work, labels got me on their radar
We made it, we made it, we made it, we made it

No, we fucking didn't, it's still roaches in my kitchen
Bitch, I'm only chasing racks, no that ass ain't hitting different
All the lights are on me, yet I only see the vision
'Boutta hypnotize the label, bitch I need a 100 trillion right now

Bitch, I need a hit or else I'm not getting out
Smo-smo-smoking out the pound, yeah I'm smoking out that loud
Chop-chop-choppa like a monk, 'cause that bitch is gonna bow
This is just a puzzle man I can't figure it out

Karma, bottom of the deck
I-I-I don't mean to alarm ya
I just wanted neck-neck-neck
I smoke 'til I'm gone, yeah
Then hop inside my bed
Shawty cling up to my arm
That I put between her legs



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Writer(s): Michael Myrthil
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