Cold Days
Respect is given both ways
Even in the cold days
Rocky road like cold play
Up to Christ I give praise
Even when I get blazed
Closer to my sensei
Meditation made way
I pray to make two decades
Flashy whips and matching kicks
I'm stepping out a race car
Racist bitches coalitions forced to use the race card
Pussy came for one on one security and a gate guard
Extended clips concussive hits I'm sending if you act hard
Imma deal with you and you the same as when I play cards
So many niggas softer acting fruity like a Maynard
Always gonna win no I don't need to check the scorecards
Racially profiling went and marked me down as safeguard
Making it feel like it ain't worth it being black
I wanna let my brothers sisters know that we don't crack
Queens just know you're elegant you've never needed Mac
Kings go keep it solid
Keep the family on your back
Keep my family on my back
I put my city on my shoulders
Ageing different wine so I can sip it when we're older
Smoking on a yacht while spending hunnids on a motor
My brother getting cuffed
It's like they're fallen like they're soldiers
Getting visions
Shit is crazy haters mad the music hitting
Now I'm hearing all these different kinds of hissing
They say KT the rapper never missing
Now they listening
And this that hood cycle
Wish I had a ride or die so I could ride strikers
Just like Thugger on my merch I got a black spider
Imma grip my stick and pray for all my dawg rivals
My pole a whole rifle singing like a whole recital
Balling like I'm Jordan Michael
Wavy I done brought the tidal
Water wet I'm sipping vital
Looking up at all my idols
I don't think bout going viral
Thinking bout my next disciple
I can't have nobody idle
Money over bitches
Money over everything
Death a part of life I'm bout to live a life with better things
Spitting all my bars while in my lungs it's filled with evergreen
Really bout to slice it keep it sharper than a guillotine
Getting visions
Shit is crazy haters mad the music hitting
Now I'm hearing all these different kinds of hissing
They say KT the rapper never missing
Now they listening
And this that hood cycle
Wish I had a ride or die so I could ride strikers
Just like Thugger on my merch I got a black spider
Imma grip my stick and pray for all my dawg rivals
My pole a whole rifle singing like a whole recital
Key to ignition
Salute the soldiers when I'm landing its tradition
I need a shoulder, but I know nobody listen
Too many opposition tryna ride
Respect and loyalty the money couldn't buy
Collect the royalties invest it in the grind
Fewest lies and truest ties
They keep a disguise
I advise that you choose a side
Really miss the guys
Only ever speak my mind on mic
Therapy through lines that I write
If I ever said I'm fine it's a lie
Reminiscing bout the times when my father was alive
You could see it in my eyes
You can feel it in my rhymes
Hear the pain
I only heal when I'm off the Mary Jane
No appeal free my cousin from the cage
These the things I never say
Twelve people three rooms damn I really had to pray
I was dreaming of a stage had to leave I couldn't stay
Never care what you believe, this for me
Was alone till I went and met the Gs
Wasn't picked for any teams
She be wishing
Back in school they used to tease
Its Louis for the tees from hits
Telling me that cause I'm mixed
It don't matter who I'm with
My colour's never right
Been the same since just a kid
I ain't kidding
Still focused on the mission
Even sleeping see the dissing
Vision clear never doubt me
The realest still around me
Hear the newest tracks
Now you wanna come and shout me
Scout me
Fuck em
Grey skies grey goose gotta duck
Nike for shoes, but you running out of luck
Ain't flexing you cramping it's time make a buck
No texting she clapping I fuck her from the front
All blessings I'm rapping this all I'd ever want
Ain't stressing cause Henny is in my double cup
Getting visions
Shit is crazy haters mad the music hitting
Now I'm hearing all these different kinds of hissing
They say KT the rapper never missing
Now they listening
And this that hood cycle
Wish I had a ride or die so I could ride strikers
Just like Thugger on my merch I got a black spider
Imma grip my stick and pray for all my dawg rivals
My pole a whole rifle singing like a whole recital
Even in the cold days
Rocky road like cold play
Up to Christ I give praise
Even when I get blazed
Closer to my sensei
Meditation made way
I pray to make two decades
Flashy whips and matching kicks
I'm stepping out a race car
Racist bitches coalitions forced to use the race card
Pussy came for one on one security and a gate guard
Extended clips concussive hits I'm sending if you act hard
Imma deal with you and you the same as when I play cards
So many niggas softer acting fruity like a Maynard
Always gonna win no I don't need to check the scorecards
Racially profiling went and marked me down as safeguard
Making it feel like it ain't worth it being black
I wanna let my brothers sisters know that we don't crack
Queens just know you're elegant you've never needed Mac
Kings go keep it solid
Keep the family on your back
Keep my family on my back
I put my city on my shoulders
Ageing different wine so I can sip it when we're older
Smoking on a yacht while spending hunnids on a motor
My brother getting cuffed
It's like they're fallen like they're soldiers
Getting visions
Shit is crazy haters mad the music hitting
Now I'm hearing all these different kinds of hissing
They say KT the rapper never missing
Now they listening
And this that hood cycle
Wish I had a ride or die so I could ride strikers
Just like Thugger on my merch I got a black spider
Imma grip my stick and pray for all my dawg rivals
My pole a whole rifle singing like a whole recital
Balling like I'm Jordan Michael
Wavy I done brought the tidal
Water wet I'm sipping vital
Looking up at all my idols
I don't think bout going viral
Thinking bout my next disciple
I can't have nobody idle
Money over bitches
Money over everything
Death a part of life I'm bout to live a life with better things
Spitting all my bars while in my lungs it's filled with evergreen
Really bout to slice it keep it sharper than a guillotine
Getting visions
Shit is crazy haters mad the music hitting
Now I'm hearing all these different kinds of hissing
They say KT the rapper never missing
Now they listening
And this that hood cycle
Wish I had a ride or die so I could ride strikers
Just like Thugger on my merch I got a black spider
Imma grip my stick and pray for all my dawg rivals
My pole a whole rifle singing like a whole recital
Key to ignition
Salute the soldiers when I'm landing its tradition
I need a shoulder, but I know nobody listen
Too many opposition tryna ride
Respect and loyalty the money couldn't buy
Collect the royalties invest it in the grind
Fewest lies and truest ties
They keep a disguise
I advise that you choose a side
Really miss the guys
Only ever speak my mind on mic
Therapy through lines that I write
If I ever said I'm fine it's a lie
Reminiscing bout the times when my father was alive
You could see it in my eyes
You can feel it in my rhymes
Hear the pain
I only heal when I'm off the Mary Jane
No appeal free my cousin from the cage
These the things I never say
Twelve people three rooms damn I really had to pray
I was dreaming of a stage had to leave I couldn't stay
Never care what you believe, this for me
Was alone till I went and met the Gs
Wasn't picked for any teams
She be wishing
Back in school they used to tease
Its Louis for the tees from hits
Telling me that cause I'm mixed
It don't matter who I'm with
My colour's never right
Been the same since just a kid
I ain't kidding
Still focused on the mission
Even sleeping see the dissing
Vision clear never doubt me
The realest still around me
Hear the newest tracks
Now you wanna come and shout me
Scout me
Fuck em
Grey skies grey goose gotta duck
Nike for shoes, but you running out of luck
Ain't flexing you cramping it's time make a buck
No texting she clapping I fuck her from the front
All blessings I'm rapping this all I'd ever want
Ain't stressing cause Henny is in my double cup
Getting visions
Shit is crazy haters mad the music hitting
Now I'm hearing all these different kinds of hissing
They say KT the rapper never missing
Now they listening
And this that hood cycle
Wish I had a ride or die so I could ride strikers
Just like Thugger on my merch I got a black spider
Imma grip my stick and pray for all my dawg rivals
My pole a whole rifle singing like a whole recital
Credits
Writer(s): Troy Kakande
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