Nonchalant, Pt. 2
On the couch with a chick, 2K on the sticks
We kickin' shit, just kickin' shit
I only rap about my life I used to live trife
Now I'm kickin' shit, just kickin' shit
Grab the papers no discussion, we need that when we puffin'
And kickin' shit, you know kickin' shit
Don't be mad at what I say or try to skip my plays
I be kickin' shit, yeah I be kickin' shit, word
I wrote this verse in Black History month
I quit school cuz they don't teach black history much
Talk about the kings & queens and the tombs where they're tucked
Not this chain gang, chained slaved movement you push
You doing too much, I move like a two-minute rush
That means I'm working towards the goal the clock moves and I crush
Any opposition blocks are getting moved with a thrust
And I don't fuck around with pics cuz the movement is up
Niggas in the backfield watch for jewelry that's plush
I don't rock 'em I ain't broke, chump, pussy, or butt
But it's wolves that's tryna eat and broke niggas who tough
Only with a gun in hand scared of hand to hand scuffs
Left Queens in '08 for a crib that was plush
Still dealing with attempted killings from pistols that buss
In the Black Hollywood the outskirts is fucked
I look up to Nip like why do we do it to us what
On the couch with a chick, two K on the sticks
We kickin' shit, just kickin' shit
I only rap about my life I used to live trife
Now I'm kickin' shit, just kickin' shit
Grab the papers no discussion, we need that when we puffin'
And kickin' shit, you know kickin' shit
Don't be mad at what I say or try to skip my plays
I be kickin' shit, yeah I be kickin' shit, word
I wrote this verse five minutes before my birthday
Yeah my earth day, Gotham was the birthplace
South Jamaica Queens, that's where my earth stayed
By 72 a stones throw from third base
Them damn Mets that's what my Uncle Bert say
As we sip Corona's marijuana got me thirsty
A family guy who never knew a Griffin
Ice brews I'm sippin' my nigga this is livin'
Used to deal with women who poison no Micheal Bivens
I had to hit it call me daddy she was Michael's siblings
She beg for me to beat it like it was Michael spinnin'
Pay ya dues, dem da rules, white Michael grinning
I just wanna say respect Ky Murda
I watched you dodge murder, wake up and strive further
We gon' get this money or die tryin' it's Queens
With southern soul food I'm cookin nigga it's me... B-I-Z
And this is that b-Y-c
On the couch with a chick two K on the sticks
Just kickin' shit, we just kickin' shit
I only rap about my life I used to live trife
Now I'm kickin' shit, just kickin' shit
We kickin' shit, just kickin' shit
I only rap about my life I used to live trife
Now I'm kickin' shit, just kickin' shit
Grab the papers no discussion, we need that when we puffin'
And kickin' shit, you know kickin' shit
Don't be mad at what I say or try to skip my plays
I be kickin' shit, yeah I be kickin' shit, word
I wrote this verse in Black History month
I quit school cuz they don't teach black history much
Talk about the kings & queens and the tombs where they're tucked
Not this chain gang, chained slaved movement you push
You doing too much, I move like a two-minute rush
That means I'm working towards the goal the clock moves and I crush
Any opposition blocks are getting moved with a thrust
And I don't fuck around with pics cuz the movement is up
Niggas in the backfield watch for jewelry that's plush
I don't rock 'em I ain't broke, chump, pussy, or butt
But it's wolves that's tryna eat and broke niggas who tough
Only with a gun in hand scared of hand to hand scuffs
Left Queens in '08 for a crib that was plush
Still dealing with attempted killings from pistols that buss
In the Black Hollywood the outskirts is fucked
I look up to Nip like why do we do it to us what
On the couch with a chick, two K on the sticks
We kickin' shit, just kickin' shit
I only rap about my life I used to live trife
Now I'm kickin' shit, just kickin' shit
Grab the papers no discussion, we need that when we puffin'
And kickin' shit, you know kickin' shit
Don't be mad at what I say or try to skip my plays
I be kickin' shit, yeah I be kickin' shit, word
I wrote this verse five minutes before my birthday
Yeah my earth day, Gotham was the birthplace
South Jamaica Queens, that's where my earth stayed
By 72 a stones throw from third base
Them damn Mets that's what my Uncle Bert say
As we sip Corona's marijuana got me thirsty
A family guy who never knew a Griffin
Ice brews I'm sippin' my nigga this is livin'
Used to deal with women who poison no Micheal Bivens
I had to hit it call me daddy she was Michael's siblings
She beg for me to beat it like it was Michael spinnin'
Pay ya dues, dem da rules, white Michael grinning
I just wanna say respect Ky Murda
I watched you dodge murder, wake up and strive further
We gon' get this money or die tryin' it's Queens
With southern soul food I'm cookin nigga it's me... B-I-Z
And this is that b-Y-c
On the couch with a chick two K on the sticks
Just kickin' shit, we just kickin' shit
I only rap about my life I used to live trife
Now I'm kickin' shit, just kickin' shit
Credits
Writer(s): Kendall Carrington
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.