Neeks

My fight for creative freedom is more than just rhyme and reason
Because my pen changes like seasons and I won't listen to any of your treason
Heart on my sleeve but a crown on my head
I leave no crumbs where you chase your bread
'Cause I'm cautious, I'll watch where I tread
And I'll be on top before they lay me to rest

I've been killing time on the sly
Living life, getting deep in my feels 'fore I'm lighting up a fire
You could never keep my mouth shut like I'm Ye through the wire
Each rhyme got the people saying
Who dat? Who dat?
Brother who dat? Who dat?
KaeDee coming through with that boom bap boom bap like
Who dat? Who dat?
Brother who dat? Who dat?
Cuz I'm getting real tired of these neeks

Who's that, boom bap, slaps back on the beat
KaeDee laying down these rat traps on emcees
Caught up in the race, going mad for that cheese
I'm a pro in my era word to capital Steez (RIP)
If you wanna tap in cool, I pull your card
A&Rs wanting no contact with these neeks
On the underground still when I spill these lines on tracks where I be
Remember I was 23, retail therapy was never on my mind, but I'd wind up in Central I'd see
What I wanted
Tryna move the needle with my raps g
It's funny, getting better when I'm sicker like the vaccine (facts...)
Fast forward, crafting my centrepiece
Start balling, stunting on my enemies
Honestly, paying em no mind, nah I never need
So I'm never blue when I see my texts go green

I've been killing time on the sly
Living life, getting deep in my feels 'fore I'm lighting up a fire
You could never keep my mouth shut like I'm Ye through the wire
Each rhyme got the people saying
Who dat? Who dat?
Brother who dat? Who dat?
KaeDee coming through with that boom bap boom bap like
Who dat? Who dat?
Brother who dat? Who dat?
Cuz I'm getting real tired of these neeks

Tell these rappers shut up with their shutting up
And wipe your tears, blame it on some onions they was cutting up
Brown but not a doctor, bring the doom to you imposters
Still I have you made brother, bring the broom up out the closet
Sweeping up the dust I left you in, your wifey let me in
She checked me out, accommodated, opened up and checked me in
Not surprised you're getting pressed again but
I'm just rapping, you're dramatic, I'm surrounded by these thespians (for real?)
Yo, doing more, writing less, now I'm recharged
Seen a couple rappers getting rated for their weak bars
In the AM pen and paper getting polished til it clicks
Fuck a PM only Rishi I'm acknowledging is Rish
Truss, peace to Liz, but, nah I won't say no more
My words'll just go above your head, like the Kohinoor
Strike your pens with my bowling ball
And split a couple souls like I'm Voldemort

I've been killing time on the sly
Living life, getting deep in my feels 'fore I'm lighting up a fire
You could never keep my mouth shut like I'm Ye through the wire
Each rhyme got the people saying
Who dat? Who dat?
Brother who dat? Who dat?
KaeDee coming through with that boom bap boom bap like
Who dat? Who dat?
Brother who dat? Who dat?
Cuz I'm getting real tired of these neeks