Kilkenny
Raw Papers
Smoke Vapors
Shot Taking
No Chasers
Cops hate us
Opps paid dust
Block sprayers
Get prayed for
I hate here
Nigga there's levels to being a rebel and I'm on the eighth tier
I move with too much love to ever stay somewhere that hate lives
But complaining is complacent
Like the heat in a basement with no space vent
I'm swift to sniff a nigga out, cause when you pussy its fragrant
& That's why I can't let up, I pick my head up from daydreaming
About better days ahead of me
Bottega Lettermans and a gray Bentega Bent
Getting green and eating lean gone be my regimen
Getting seen and being mean like we was never friends
Gahlee, I been moving godly
But you got me hella bent
You getting kronk?
Pull the lever den
I ain't gone play bout my payouts, my settlements gone be unsettling
In a good way, you niggas say it's where y'all from
But don't be moving in a hood way, y'all some hood winkers
I want a circle full of good thinkers
I wanna live somewhere so hot
That for the roof I'm forced to cop wood shingles
Drop good singles, fuck being an icon
I'm already a obscure symbol
Raw Papers
Smoke vapors
Shot Taking
No Chasers
Cops hate us
Opps paid dust
Block sprayers
Get Prayed For
I hate here
As I lay here, and try my best not to precipitate tears
I think about when I was coming up and grown adults
Would urge me to reciprocate fears, that they was dealing with
All my black boy joy, they was stealing it
I like to say I beat depression, but I'm still in it
These are my inner child's confessions, fuck whoever ain't feeling it
I can't fake the funk for niggas that I'm realer than
I'm really him my future's brighter than Nayvadius'
I meant Nayvadius'
A hundred eighty's what my circle's radius is, that's half of one
I move with peace, so I'm protected
Ion have a gun
My belly's aching, like I'm suffering the ramifications of Ramadan
I'm hungry and I'm groggy
I've been doing so much crying
That the corners of my cornea are soggy
Like when ramen's done
I'm my Mama's Son
I just wish she'd act accordingly, but I'll take what I can get
Cause less is more to me
I just hope that nothing changes
When they realize what's in store for me
Cause at that point, being in my business'll be considered loitering
Raw Papers
Smoke vapors
Shot Taking
No Chasers
Cops hate us
Opps paid dust
Block sprayers
Get prayed for
I hate here
Smoke Vapors
Shot Taking
No Chasers
Cops hate us
Opps paid dust
Block sprayers
Get prayed for
I hate here
Nigga there's levels to being a rebel and I'm on the eighth tier
I move with too much love to ever stay somewhere that hate lives
But complaining is complacent
Like the heat in a basement with no space vent
I'm swift to sniff a nigga out, cause when you pussy its fragrant
& That's why I can't let up, I pick my head up from daydreaming
About better days ahead of me
Bottega Lettermans and a gray Bentega Bent
Getting green and eating lean gone be my regimen
Getting seen and being mean like we was never friends
Gahlee, I been moving godly
But you got me hella bent
You getting kronk?
Pull the lever den
I ain't gone play bout my payouts, my settlements gone be unsettling
In a good way, you niggas say it's where y'all from
But don't be moving in a hood way, y'all some hood winkers
I want a circle full of good thinkers
I wanna live somewhere so hot
That for the roof I'm forced to cop wood shingles
Drop good singles, fuck being an icon
I'm already a obscure symbol
Raw Papers
Smoke vapors
Shot Taking
No Chasers
Cops hate us
Opps paid dust
Block sprayers
Get Prayed For
I hate here
As I lay here, and try my best not to precipitate tears
I think about when I was coming up and grown adults
Would urge me to reciprocate fears, that they was dealing with
All my black boy joy, they was stealing it
I like to say I beat depression, but I'm still in it
These are my inner child's confessions, fuck whoever ain't feeling it
I can't fake the funk for niggas that I'm realer than
I'm really him my future's brighter than Nayvadius'
I meant Nayvadius'
A hundred eighty's what my circle's radius is, that's half of one
I move with peace, so I'm protected
Ion have a gun
My belly's aching, like I'm suffering the ramifications of Ramadan
I'm hungry and I'm groggy
I've been doing so much crying
That the corners of my cornea are soggy
Like when ramen's done
I'm my Mama's Son
I just wish she'd act accordingly, but I'll take what I can get
Cause less is more to me
I just hope that nothing changes
When they realize what's in store for me
Cause at that point, being in my business'll be considered loitering
Raw Papers
Smoke vapors
Shot Taking
No Chasers
Cops hate us
Opps paid dust
Block sprayers
Get prayed for
I hate here
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