Kyrie (2022)

Rafi gon pour me up a fo, I'ma get it
That bitch was never mine, so I ain't really trippin
And he don't want war, so attention I ain't givin
Niggas will beg for attention like bitches
They hospitalized and now they need stitches
I went straight from rags to riches
And I came out clean 'cuz I mind my business
You can't get my shoes 'cuz the laces missin
Niggas upset 'cuz I fucked they misses
It's always something 'cuz they nitpickin
It's my fault 'cuz they bitches trippin
If you a pimp, get your hoe in line
Jabarber hooked me up, and now they think I'm fine
This was back when I was like 17, with a crispy line and the fade is clean

Niggas is mad I'm growin' up, why the fuck you care if i'm glowin' up
Man, sonic boom the way I'm blowin' up
Vodka in my cup now I'm throwin' up
I been rappin' nigga, so what? I'ma be so fuckin' honest
These new niggas really fuckin' suck
I'm Kyrie, I'm gon' get a buck

I'm really bouta go crazy this year, y'all motherfuckers be so lazy
Pushin' P since '03, in '06, they know me
People be wonderin' why they ain't know I can rap
I ain't have confidence
And now they think i'ma fuckin' star, that shit's really astonishing
I'm goin' hard, I promised it
Man, full throttle, I'm prospering
Off each other, they copyin
Like Chris Brown, I'm poppin' bitch
I understand I had to change the sound, but boom bap I got the fuckin' crown
These rappers gon' rhyme that with frown
My weed colors is purple, brown

Y'all niggas wack, I hate you all
Man fuck y'all niggas, I'ma fuckin' ball
I stand on my money and I get tall
And all I do is win, I win it all
These forty seconds is goin' history
How I kill these niggas, gon be a fuckin' mystery
They gon' be up with you, misery loves company
More projects this year, what more they want from me
I promised my gang I ain't holdin' out
So if you hear I'm droppin' from the word of mouth
Please be a-fuckin'-ware that I'm really from the motherfuckin' south
But I'll flow you to death, I'll take it to Brooklyn
They always askin' what one love is cookin
That was my shit and they fuckin' took it
Like a human joystick, I fuckin' shook it

My juke move is crazy
My spin move is crazy
Do not line up in front of me, I'ma truck you
Crazy, I'm Derrick Henry to the rap game
Duece Duece in my backframe
Now that I'm back, they back lame
Let me show you motherfuckers how to run game
O N E, we gon' kill
(Merry Christmas) worth about a mil
Wit' Kirko Bangz, I keep it trill
I don't like you niggas, man the beef is real
I hate rap niggas, man they fuckin' squeal
I ain't stoppin' shit until I get a bil
I'ma keep goin' I gotta pay my bills
Niggas not matchin' Luv skills
Cuz niggas be afraid cuz love kills
You can trust me, love'll never squeal
I love money, I love bills
I keep it 100, cuz love real
O N E from the fuckin' 'Ville
Apple Jacks in the vacuum seal
They too high, they poppin' pills
I'm back from vacation, so until then

Niggas is mad I'm growin' up, why the fuck you care if i'm glowin' up
Man, sonic boom the way I'm blowin' up
Vodka in my cup now I'm throwin' up
I been rappin' nigga, so what? I'ma be so fuckin' honest
These new niggas really fuckin' suck
I'm Kyrie, I'm gon' get a buck