ME & KIO
Insanity is all you ever want from me
Insanity is a living fantasy (What the- Falak)
I won't waste my breath, my breath
When there's nothing left
And you drive me crazy (Huh?)
'Soul? I never knew he's on wit' that rap'
Ay, man I spit bits, carry sticks til' my back ache (What?)
And her back break
Man, that's why I been back late (Yeah)
Then I smoke beats when I work, this a fag break
She got mad cake, but a man- she got bad taste (Jhee)
Let us man stay, we ain't bad we just act bait (Ay)
I be portrait, portray that I'll smash face
If he try play put a man into landscape
Let dem' man play
I don't care for the backchat (Yeah?)
Back that
Nah, they just bad for the Snapchat (Yeah)
She be all talk, in the bed she can't back that (What?)
She be all mouth
So it's calm, she give mad hat
Up in Brent I had bad luck like a black cat (Ay)
Had to move back near the gang and that's mad slatt (Ay)
Mad cap?
Niggas duck smoke like a hazmat (Huh?)
Me, I been high off the rip like I backstrap (What? Jhee)
When I roll up I be blunt, so I get to the point (Yeah)
But no knives, are you dumb? I ain't playin' wit' boys (Dickhead)
But I'ma' cut from the pub if they're makin' the noise (Huh?)
Then we'll meet back up after steakin' the joint (Yeah)
I'ma' wave it in your face, 'are you bakin' or not?' (Huh?)
Cah' if you don't say yes I'll be takin' the lot (Huh?)
You want heat on a song? Nigga save me a spot (Ay)
Yeah I'm coming for the game, are you ready or not? (Ay, ay)
I'm so sick, to stomach you'll need a strong belly (Huh?)
Glock steady
Aim at the top, make it top heavy (Yeah)
Not ready
Ice in the bong make it pot-ready (Ay)
Woah, steady
I ain't tryna' change so I drop penny (Ay)
Yo, get me?
I ain't tryna' clock in again (Nah)
I'm a boss with the pen
Get the drop and then pour Henney (Yeah)
Cold in the stu', Soul make it hot- Nelly
Not ready (Ay)
All of these bars that are flown (Ay, what?)
And these flows that I be showin' em' (Ay, ay)
You know that I'm the coldest
All these guys that think they know us
All the lies that they be loadin' (Jhee)
Say they wanna' hand and smoke
I tell em' 'Na' just like I'm Sodium (Yeah)
Like I just wanna' bun', they wanna' beat
I call em' Freudian (Huh?)
I'm always here for coitus
But you're here just cause' you're lonely (Yeah)
Yeah I put you on your knees so why you put me on a podium? (Why?)
I been making my bed and shit is lookin' kinda' cozy (Ay)
On my tracks I just reflect so 'right back at you' if you oppose me, I'm done (Ay, ay, haha)
Man, motherfuckers always in the 'cord (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
In the groupchat
Talkin' 'bout some fuckin'- (Whatever, nigger)
'Anxious Soul ain't this'
'Anxious Soul ain't no hitta" (Whatever)
'Anxious Soul don't go hard' (Fuck you)
Shut the fuck up! (Fuck you)
Y'all niggas don't know that nigga (We don't care)
If I catch another nigga talkin' sweet about Soul (Get to the fucking point)
I'm fuckin' beatin' they' ass! (Fuck)
Haha
Kio in this bitch
All ice in my veins
No wrist
But he keep the drip like piss
Don't miss
All these lame-ass little BL rappers straight trash
Don't get that shit twisted lil bitch, that's a diss (Haha)
All these niggas straight kids to me
Be kissin' D for C and that stand for clout
Ain't got shit but I swear to God I'm handing out Ls
To any motherfucker wanna' have a doubt
In my ability of killing any beat or fuckin' melody
You tellin' me that there's a motherfucker better?
Yeah, we'll see
You niggas really can't be seein' me
Or with the gang, we 'Nicki-Drake' yo' ass like YMCMB
It ain't no C in me
Cap-less
That's why you never see a fuckin' hat on me
And that's cause I stay above the stars, I'm never shaded
At the top you cannot be overshadowed
Fuck the stars
I should say your wack-ass idols
All the Luh' Pumps, Luh' Tylers and they' dick riders
Real ass nigga, ain't fuckin' wit' a ghost writer
And I ain't fuckin' wit' the opps
Might just pull up in a Ghost
Put the heat to your dome
Turn em' into Ghost Rider
Motherfucker, we the hardest niggas
Niggas cannot fuck with us
But if a shawty-baddie in the back then she can fuck with us
And if a shawty fuckin' wit' they money she can fuckin' cut
Don't fuck wit' us
I swear I'm packing heat that really fuck you up, bitch (What the? Ha!)
Real ass nigga, let my nuts hang
And my rock heavy
Hold the metal in my right
And my left never settle
Man I'm always spittin' heat out like a kettle
Gettin' high, going up like a shuttle
Motherfuckers wanna' hate on me?
Well they can eat my dick
Or eat my shit
Since all they ever do's talk it
Ain't pausin' shit for nothin'
I ain't with caution
I stay flossin' on niggas
I will end they' shit, yup
Insanity is all you ever want from me
Insanity is a living fantasy
I won't waste my breath, my breath
When there's nothing left
And you drive me crazy
Insanity is a living fantasy (What the- Falak)
I won't waste my breath, my breath
When there's nothing left
And you drive me crazy (Huh?)
'Soul? I never knew he's on wit' that rap'
Ay, man I spit bits, carry sticks til' my back ache (What?)
And her back break
Man, that's why I been back late (Yeah)
Then I smoke beats when I work, this a fag break
She got mad cake, but a man- she got bad taste (Jhee)
Let us man stay, we ain't bad we just act bait (Ay)
I be portrait, portray that I'll smash face
If he try play put a man into landscape
Let dem' man play
I don't care for the backchat (Yeah?)
Back that
Nah, they just bad for the Snapchat (Yeah)
She be all talk, in the bed she can't back that (What?)
She be all mouth
So it's calm, she give mad hat
Up in Brent I had bad luck like a black cat (Ay)
Had to move back near the gang and that's mad slatt (Ay)
Mad cap?
Niggas duck smoke like a hazmat (Huh?)
Me, I been high off the rip like I backstrap (What? Jhee)
When I roll up I be blunt, so I get to the point (Yeah)
But no knives, are you dumb? I ain't playin' wit' boys (Dickhead)
But I'ma' cut from the pub if they're makin' the noise (Huh?)
Then we'll meet back up after steakin' the joint (Yeah)
I'ma' wave it in your face, 'are you bakin' or not?' (Huh?)
Cah' if you don't say yes I'll be takin' the lot (Huh?)
You want heat on a song? Nigga save me a spot (Ay)
Yeah I'm coming for the game, are you ready or not? (Ay, ay)
I'm so sick, to stomach you'll need a strong belly (Huh?)
Glock steady
Aim at the top, make it top heavy (Yeah)
Not ready
Ice in the bong make it pot-ready (Ay)
Woah, steady
I ain't tryna' change so I drop penny (Ay)
Yo, get me?
I ain't tryna' clock in again (Nah)
I'm a boss with the pen
Get the drop and then pour Henney (Yeah)
Cold in the stu', Soul make it hot- Nelly
Not ready (Ay)
All of these bars that are flown (Ay, what?)
And these flows that I be showin' em' (Ay, ay)
You know that I'm the coldest
All these guys that think they know us
All the lies that they be loadin' (Jhee)
Say they wanna' hand and smoke
I tell em' 'Na' just like I'm Sodium (Yeah)
Like I just wanna' bun', they wanna' beat
I call em' Freudian (Huh?)
I'm always here for coitus
But you're here just cause' you're lonely (Yeah)
Yeah I put you on your knees so why you put me on a podium? (Why?)
I been making my bed and shit is lookin' kinda' cozy (Ay)
On my tracks I just reflect so 'right back at you' if you oppose me, I'm done (Ay, ay, haha)
Man, motherfuckers always in the 'cord (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
In the groupchat
Talkin' 'bout some fuckin'- (Whatever, nigger)
'Anxious Soul ain't this'
'Anxious Soul ain't no hitta" (Whatever)
'Anxious Soul don't go hard' (Fuck you)
Shut the fuck up! (Fuck you)
Y'all niggas don't know that nigga (We don't care)
If I catch another nigga talkin' sweet about Soul (Get to the fucking point)
I'm fuckin' beatin' they' ass! (Fuck)
Haha
Kio in this bitch
All ice in my veins
No wrist
But he keep the drip like piss
Don't miss
All these lame-ass little BL rappers straight trash
Don't get that shit twisted lil bitch, that's a diss (Haha)
All these niggas straight kids to me
Be kissin' D for C and that stand for clout
Ain't got shit but I swear to God I'm handing out Ls
To any motherfucker wanna' have a doubt
In my ability of killing any beat or fuckin' melody
You tellin' me that there's a motherfucker better?
Yeah, we'll see
You niggas really can't be seein' me
Or with the gang, we 'Nicki-Drake' yo' ass like YMCMB
It ain't no C in me
Cap-less
That's why you never see a fuckin' hat on me
And that's cause I stay above the stars, I'm never shaded
At the top you cannot be overshadowed
Fuck the stars
I should say your wack-ass idols
All the Luh' Pumps, Luh' Tylers and they' dick riders
Real ass nigga, ain't fuckin' wit' a ghost writer
And I ain't fuckin' wit' the opps
Might just pull up in a Ghost
Put the heat to your dome
Turn em' into Ghost Rider
Motherfucker, we the hardest niggas
Niggas cannot fuck with us
But if a shawty-baddie in the back then she can fuck with us
And if a shawty fuckin' wit' they money she can fuckin' cut
Don't fuck wit' us
I swear I'm packing heat that really fuck you up, bitch (What the? Ha!)
Real ass nigga, let my nuts hang
And my rock heavy
Hold the metal in my right
And my left never settle
Man I'm always spittin' heat out like a kettle
Gettin' high, going up like a shuttle
Motherfuckers wanna' hate on me?
Well they can eat my dick
Or eat my shit
Since all they ever do's talk it
Ain't pausin' shit for nothin'
I ain't with caution
I stay flossin' on niggas
I will end they' shit, yup
Insanity is all you ever want from me
Insanity is a living fantasy
I won't waste my breath, my breath
When there's nothing left
And you drive me crazy
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