Kite Shield

If you stay in environments where
People don't recognize the value of you
You will shrink your gift to the size of what they can stand
And that's what causes anxiety and depression and stress
Because you have had to shrink

I refuse to be small because you think small
I'm not shrinking my vision because you can't catch up
You either better roll with me or you gonna get rolled over

Cruising in the fast lane with my dawg
A lot of people all they do is fake love
Put my E-class AMG into sport, I need a lot, 20k it ain't enough
Got my mind on my money all week, 24-7 on my grind, I don't sleep
And I ain't ever stopping till I reach the peak
Never let them know your plans don't speak

Cause a lot of people all they do is hate
Stay strong yeah you got this don't break
Go long, I'ma catch it all day
Been inside the pen, had my mama pray

There ain't nobody to trust nowadays
Played by my homie about 15k
Snakes in the grass they don't give and take
Karma ain't gone and she never miss a play

So you know that it gon' get you anyway
All the work you made me do never got paid
Now I'm facing demons on my own I gotta slay
Scimitar kite shield yeah I'm on the way

This gon' be pricey I'ma need a raise
Neck and wrist icy call me Johnny Dang
She gon' get spicy she twerking in my face
Instead of beefing on the phone why don't you do the same

Then you went on put the blame on me
CEO telling me you lied on me
Did me wrong despite all the work I did
Buying pills for your dogs like they my own kids

I guess it's money before bros you a ho
Shit is funny but betrayal got me gone
It don't faze me I keep growing so strong
You done played me not the universal law

Still breeding your money don't need it
I see you feeding off people's energy
I cannot let it be, gotta separate from thee
Snakes and rats stealing off my own cheese

So you know that it gon' get you anyway
All the work you made me do never got paid
Now I'm facing demons on my own I gotta slay
Scimitar kite shield yeah I'm on the way

This gon' be pricey I'ma need a raise
Neck and wrist icy call me Johnny Dang
She gon' get spicy she twerking in my face
Instead of beefing on the phone why don't you do the same



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Julian Cordina, Dane Brouwer
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