SKED (with Kenny Mason & Project Pat)
Damn, nigga (He's heating up)
Damn, nigga
Damn, nigga
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Damn, nigga)
I don't trust nobody, because some want me to suffer (Suffer)
Even Jesus called a nigga out on his last supper (Judas)
Tell it like it is 'cause I don't st- st- st- stutter (Stutter)
All these Jamaican shottas tell your crew
"Go suck your mudder" (Baow)
What could you do, huh? Try me, they put you in suits, huh, huh
You is a fluke, huh, I play your bitch like a flute, huh, huh
With all the shit that I seen, this water so sick as a flu, huh, huh
Treatin' my people like animals, bitch, I grew up in the zoo, huh, huh
Monkey fist, mixed with Bruce Lee kicks
You get your kufi split (Uh, yeah)
Sleep on this, I gotta ask Bill Cosby if he roofied this (Uh)
This is ludicrous
I'll be lit forever 'till I say I'm fuckin' through with this
Snatch the power from you, 'cause you don't know, what to do with it
And I said what I said (Bitch)
Bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared
And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scary)
I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Doot-doot-doot)
I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (The feds)
I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Dome)
And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scared)
I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Brrt)
I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (Feds)
I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Bitch)
Power Ranger Glock, bullets came in different colors (Brrt)
Bitch, the crib I'm in got more sticks than acupuncture
Ain't on safety, press to coverage
Who in the fuck he think he pressin'?
Tryna convince the press you tough'll
Get you pussies pressed in public (Free)
Give me the loot, shoot bullets at enemy troops
I got more arms than a centipede
But he still'll get beat like he sendin' me loops
Shitted on any attempt to keep Ken in the kennel
The criminals finna get loose
Niggas is cinnamon, sit him in food
Lord, if he play, I send him to yous, split up in two (Boo)
Fuck a truce, we was tuckin' tools, headed to Sunday school
Bitch, I go where the funds come in twos, no, and it's not with you
Hundred racks on your noggin if I'm online
And notice your comments rude (Uh)
Tryna act like you scared, nigga, you said what you said
And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scary)
I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Doot-doot-doot)
I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (The feds)
I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Dome)
And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scared)
I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Brrt)
I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (Feds)
I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Pat-ta, ew)
In the streets, you can catch a ho 'bout that crooked dough
Or end up with a hundred plus, never see tomorrow
Hard pill to swallow, she look good, shaped like a bottle
She's your partner, you locked up, he free, and they full throttle
Pat-ta, I done seen it all in them fed walls
Facin' all that time, I have 'em scared, tellin' on they dog (Ew)
Ballin' in Indiana, somethin' like a pacer
Catch me in some Louis boots, Louis on my face-ah
Diamonds on my teeth-ah, the game's got sweeter
The steak'll replace goose liver, it's time to eat, ah
I said what I said and you haven't what you said
I just counted two hundred K and I ain't goin' fed (Ew)
And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scary)
I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Doot-doot-doot)
I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (The feds)
I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Dome)
And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scared)
I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Brrt)
I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (Feds)
I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Bitch)
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack for yo' (Do it)
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, Keep on talk-(Do it)
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack for yo' (Do it)
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack for yo' (Do it)
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack for yo'
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack for yo'
Damn, nigga
Damn, nigga
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Damn, nigga)
I don't trust nobody, because some want me to suffer (Suffer)
Even Jesus called a nigga out on his last supper (Judas)
Tell it like it is 'cause I don't st- st- st- stutter (Stutter)
All these Jamaican shottas tell your crew
"Go suck your mudder" (Baow)
What could you do, huh? Try me, they put you in suits, huh, huh
You is a fluke, huh, I play your bitch like a flute, huh, huh
With all the shit that I seen, this water so sick as a flu, huh, huh
Treatin' my people like animals, bitch, I grew up in the zoo, huh, huh
Monkey fist, mixed with Bruce Lee kicks
You get your kufi split (Uh, yeah)
Sleep on this, I gotta ask Bill Cosby if he roofied this (Uh)
This is ludicrous
I'll be lit forever 'till I say I'm fuckin' through with this
Snatch the power from you, 'cause you don't know, what to do with it
And I said what I said (Bitch)
Bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared
And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scary)
I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Doot-doot-doot)
I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (The feds)
I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Dome)
And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scared)
I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Brrt)
I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (Feds)
I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Bitch)
Power Ranger Glock, bullets came in different colors (Brrt)
Bitch, the crib I'm in got more sticks than acupuncture
Ain't on safety, press to coverage
Who in the fuck he think he pressin'?
Tryna convince the press you tough'll
Get you pussies pressed in public (Free)
Give me the loot, shoot bullets at enemy troops
I got more arms than a centipede
But he still'll get beat like he sendin' me loops
Shitted on any attempt to keep Ken in the kennel
The criminals finna get loose
Niggas is cinnamon, sit him in food
Lord, if he play, I send him to yous, split up in two (Boo)
Fuck a truce, we was tuckin' tools, headed to Sunday school
Bitch, I go where the funds come in twos, no, and it's not with you
Hundred racks on your noggin if I'm online
And notice your comments rude (Uh)
Tryna act like you scared, nigga, you said what you said
And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scary)
I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Doot-doot-doot)
I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (The feds)
I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Dome)
And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scared)
I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Brrt)
I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (Feds)
I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Pat-ta, ew)
In the streets, you can catch a ho 'bout that crooked dough
Or end up with a hundred plus, never see tomorrow
Hard pill to swallow, she look good, shaped like a bottle
She's your partner, you locked up, he free, and they full throttle
Pat-ta, I done seen it all in them fed walls
Facin' all that time, I have 'em scared, tellin' on they dog (Ew)
Ballin' in Indiana, somethin' like a pacer
Catch me in some Louis boots, Louis on my face-ah
Diamonds on my teeth-ah, the game's got sweeter
The steak'll replace goose liver, it's time to eat, ah
I said what I said and you haven't what you said
I just counted two hundred K and I ain't goin' fed (Ew)
And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scary)
I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Doot-doot-doot)
I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (The feds)
I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Dome)
And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scared)
I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Brrt)
I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (Feds)
I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Bitch)
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack for yo' (Do it)
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, Keep on talk-(Do it)
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack for yo' (Do it)
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack for yo' (Do it)
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack for yo'
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack for yo'
Credits
Writer(s): Ernest Brown, Denzel Rae Don Curry, Edwin Green
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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Other Album Tracks
- KOTMS II INTRO (with Kingpin Skinny Pimp)
- ULTRA SHXT (with Key Nyata)
- SET IT (with Maxo Kream)
- HOT ONE (with TiaCorine & A$AP Ferg)
- BLACK FLAG FREESTYLE (with That Mexican OT)
- HEADCRACK INTERLUDE (with Kingpin Skinny Pimp)
- G’Z UP (with 2 Chainz, Mike Dimes)
- LUNATIC INTERLUDE (with Kingpin Skinny Pimp)
- SKED (with Kenny Mason & Project Pat)
- CHOOSE WISELY INTERLUDE (with Kingpin Skinny Pimp)
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