Kos
This the kinda' shit that blow your speakers out
Flip my mind real quick, I know a demon now
This the kinda' shit that you can read about
Kicked em' off the stage, I didn't feel em' out
This is the kinda' shit that you can't see without
Fill em' up with rage, n' then I lead em out
Pulled up in the backseat to the thriller house
No look MSG is boutta' sell em out
Hold up, wait I mean we gotta clean em out
Hold up, wait I mean gotta see what he's about
Hold up, wait I mean I see the scene is now
Wake up from a dream
I wasn't sleeping how?
Take what's left of me
You gotta love a 'G'
Rest in peace my knees, cause' I be praying now
We told him 6543, cause' I be counting down
We smoke all that reef, like I said it's loud
One more time
Wake up from a dream
I wasn't sleeping
Take what's left of me
You gotta' love a 'G'
Rest in peace my knees, cause' I be prayin' now
We told em 6543, cause' I be countin' down
We smokin' on that reef, n' like I said it's gettin' loud
(skit) This the kinda,
Oh shit
I didn't think he meant loud like this
LET'S GO
Hold up wait a second
I'm counting up on my blessings
Never folding under pressure
Might be worried, got the devil walkin' round' me in my necklace
I wouldn't let em', no
I gave a sentence to the grim, just like a centerfold
While I was thinking of a sin so cold
Reminiscing of the times, I wouldn't let it go
I blew a kiss, you chose a distance for your man to load
Never missing who I wouldn't blink before it snows
Wake up from a dream
I wasn't sleeping how?
Take what's left of me
You gotta love a 'G'
Rest in peace my knees, cause' I be praying now
We told him 6543, cause' I be counting down
We smoke all that reef, like I said it's loud
Run it through the town
Turn a mound into ash
Burn it by the pound
Kickin' back never gon' last
Never pass til' my casket
Where he at, that'd be tragic
'Cause I feel it in the static, automatic emotions
Rolling in the deep, I mean exploding coded commotions
Devoted to the focus n' indeed ima' have it
Holding up a show n' then you seeing some magic
This the kinda' shit that blow your speakers out
Flip my mind real quick, I know a demon now
This the kinda' shit that you can read about
Kicked em off the stage, I didn't feel em out
This is the kinda shit that you can't see without
Fill em up with rage n' then I lead em' out
Pulled up in the backseat to the thriller house
No look MSG is boutta' sell em' out
Flip my mind real quick, I know a demon now
This the kinda' shit that you can read about
Kicked em' off the stage, I didn't feel em' out
This is the kinda' shit that you can't see without
Fill em' up with rage, n' then I lead em out
Pulled up in the backseat to the thriller house
No look MSG is boutta' sell em out
Hold up, wait I mean we gotta clean em out
Hold up, wait I mean gotta see what he's about
Hold up, wait I mean I see the scene is now
Wake up from a dream
I wasn't sleeping how?
Take what's left of me
You gotta love a 'G'
Rest in peace my knees, cause' I be praying now
We told him 6543, cause' I be counting down
We smoke all that reef, like I said it's loud
One more time
Wake up from a dream
I wasn't sleeping
Take what's left of me
You gotta' love a 'G'
Rest in peace my knees, cause' I be prayin' now
We told em 6543, cause' I be countin' down
We smokin' on that reef, n' like I said it's gettin' loud
(skit) This the kinda,
Oh shit
I didn't think he meant loud like this
LET'S GO
Hold up wait a second
I'm counting up on my blessings
Never folding under pressure
Might be worried, got the devil walkin' round' me in my necklace
I wouldn't let em', no
I gave a sentence to the grim, just like a centerfold
While I was thinking of a sin so cold
Reminiscing of the times, I wouldn't let it go
I blew a kiss, you chose a distance for your man to load
Never missing who I wouldn't blink before it snows
Wake up from a dream
I wasn't sleeping how?
Take what's left of me
You gotta love a 'G'
Rest in peace my knees, cause' I be praying now
We told him 6543, cause' I be counting down
We smoke all that reef, like I said it's loud
Run it through the town
Turn a mound into ash
Burn it by the pound
Kickin' back never gon' last
Never pass til' my casket
Where he at, that'd be tragic
'Cause I feel it in the static, automatic emotions
Rolling in the deep, I mean exploding coded commotions
Devoted to the focus n' indeed ima' have it
Holding up a show n' then you seeing some magic
This the kinda' shit that blow your speakers out
Flip my mind real quick, I know a demon now
This the kinda' shit that you can read about
Kicked em off the stage, I didn't feel em out
This is the kinda shit that you can't see without
Fill em up with rage n' then I lead em' out
Pulled up in the backseat to the thriller house
No look MSG is boutta' sell em' out
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Writer(s): Sylvan Pappalardo
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