Home Invasion
K2, you made this one?
Alright, yeah
Ayy, you hear my name and think the Drac, but it ain't no relation
Rick Owens and them Mihara shoes, is weak and overrated
Another day, another dollar, another hoe complainin'
I don't distribute except the deals, the trap closed for maintenance
It ain't no tellin' what I know, cause you won't get no statement
I sit back and I get paid off of old creation
Hate them storytellers with the blunt, tryn' have a slow rotation
They got me stuck inside the crib, fuck the whole probation
You still broke and hatin'
Man, that shit old and basic
I don't care about no petty check, won't sell my soul to Satan
Went and turnt nothin' into somethin', that's hustle motivation
Have lawyers double-check my contracts, I'm well negotiated
When you think pape you think about me, it's well-associated
If you see me, then I'm with twin, me and my homie made it
Kicked the door down and took the game like it's a home invasion
Gon' show out and pop my shit crazy on a sold occasion
Runnin' up without a break, done tore my ACL
The whole circle gettin' cheese just like a Babybell
Shut the fuck up, can't make a point, you like Tony Snell
I'm rookie of the year, passin' plays, bro just like Tank Dell
Ain't nobody see the vision, I went and made myself
Bass groovin' on some Nola shit like, "come on Mykell"
If I was locked, you wouldn't call, so don't blow my cell
Young and reckless, don't fuck with the law, I'm finna go rebel
Gon' overthrow the government and start a pape committee
Been rollin' hard off of this weed, I'm feelin' like I'm Timmy
Pockets fat, filled up with all that cheese, but the jeans ain't skinny
My nerd geeks said I'd beat the odds, but that's just in theory
If you wouldn't die up in this whip, then you ain't ridin' with me
Money heal my pain step-by-step more than my Achilles
It's crazy, I'm really a rapper now, I've been kinda busy
Come on, you thought that I would quit just cause the odds against me?
Ayy, you hear my name and think the Drac, but it ain't no relation
Rick Owens and them Mihara shoes, is weak and overrated
Another day, another dollar, another hoe complainin'
I don't distribute except the deals, the trap closed for maintenance
It ain't no tellin' what I know, cause you won't get no statement
I sit back and I get paid off of old creation
Hate them storytellers with the blunt, tryn' have a slow rotation
They got me stuck inside the crib, fuck the whole probation
Fuck
Yeah, Come on
Alright K2, How you do that man?
Alright, yeah
Ayy, you hear my name and think the Drac, but it ain't no relation
Rick Owens and them Mihara shoes, is weak and overrated
Another day, another dollar, another hoe complainin'
I don't distribute except the deals, the trap closed for maintenance
It ain't no tellin' what I know, cause you won't get no statement
I sit back and I get paid off of old creation
Hate them storytellers with the blunt, tryn' have a slow rotation
They got me stuck inside the crib, fuck the whole probation
You still broke and hatin'
Man, that shit old and basic
I don't care about no petty check, won't sell my soul to Satan
Went and turnt nothin' into somethin', that's hustle motivation
Have lawyers double-check my contracts, I'm well negotiated
When you think pape you think about me, it's well-associated
If you see me, then I'm with twin, me and my homie made it
Kicked the door down and took the game like it's a home invasion
Gon' show out and pop my shit crazy on a sold occasion
Runnin' up without a break, done tore my ACL
The whole circle gettin' cheese just like a Babybell
Shut the fuck up, can't make a point, you like Tony Snell
I'm rookie of the year, passin' plays, bro just like Tank Dell
Ain't nobody see the vision, I went and made myself
Bass groovin' on some Nola shit like, "come on Mykell"
If I was locked, you wouldn't call, so don't blow my cell
Young and reckless, don't fuck with the law, I'm finna go rebel
Gon' overthrow the government and start a pape committee
Been rollin' hard off of this weed, I'm feelin' like I'm Timmy
Pockets fat, filled up with all that cheese, but the jeans ain't skinny
My nerd geeks said I'd beat the odds, but that's just in theory
If you wouldn't die up in this whip, then you ain't ridin' with me
Money heal my pain step-by-step more than my Achilles
It's crazy, I'm really a rapper now, I've been kinda busy
Come on, you thought that I would quit just cause the odds against me?
Ayy, you hear my name and think the Drac, but it ain't no relation
Rick Owens and them Mihara shoes, is weak and overrated
Another day, another dollar, another hoe complainin'
I don't distribute except the deals, the trap closed for maintenance
It ain't no tellin' what I know, cause you won't get no statement
I sit back and I get paid off of old creation
Hate them storytellers with the blunt, tryn' have a slow rotation
They got me stuck inside the crib, fuck the whole probation
Fuck
Yeah, Come on
Alright K2, How you do that man?
Credits
Writer(s): Drayce Ayers
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