Intro/Outro - KIM

Run it

Never been the type to believe in fate

Always been a realist

Go getter, pro spitter

Move silver back to gorillas

Always see the silver lining in my plight

Simple living ain’t enough

I’m sitting in meeting that set me up to raise the price

See its automatic breaking this bread with my niggas

The Washingtons go to wife

See AZ said it best, that life’s a bitch

So best advice is take chances

Add something to the atmosphere

You falling that’s a natural fear

The fruits falling so the root appear

You see my family tree

Came from the worst of dirt

And gave you me

Bottom shelf like I’m (?)

I’m blessed up like I sneezed in Church

Hallelujah

Higher learner

Its obligated to the peace but never let it fool ya

Do what I gotta

Thoughts came from my amygdala

Bring this peace to your medulla

I feel I got it

Nigga like Ja or Irv

I murdered this ink

I’m Nolan Ryan

With the pitch I sing

I’m making these genres curve

All I be hearing is

I’m iconic with the play

Chop it up, they call me young machete

Know I’m repping for the Dade

I hold the whole east if you let me

I’d rather wear Nikes than Guiseppe

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Eva for Remy

Cause ain’t nothing fancy

Ain’t nothing fancy

I be jamming to your fancies

I ride this one like a banshee

My renditions like a benz, see

Hundreds trapping out the bando

RIP another family

Can’t be sliding like the phantom

Man I used to draw comparisons

Now they can’t draw me out the circle

Cause ain’t no circle that could fit in my pyramid

Jagged edges (?)

Mint conditioned or conditioned

Stepped through hell, it burnt a bit

Got this from one drop

Your shit won’t get one cop

That’s like 112

Guess that’s your destiny child

Took my payment and worked for me

Let a nigga cook

Wrists heating up the chili

Ain’t nothing left

I know this ain’t a little TLC

Big screen like I’m GLC

Low key but you down low like DLC

The DH home to make hits

Bring you to your sense like free cologne

Shoulda leaved the freaks alone

I had some rocky relations

So now I feel like Sly Stallone

Cause now they all on my back

All different colors

Having my pick like (?)

But fuck that go

(?) told me to get it

Run this shit up, picked it up

So I’m hitting the clutch

Its a ride so I’m picking it up

Speak of the devil, I’m speaking in tongues

Speaking in Dutch

She’s speaking to me

Speaking about what she’s seeking (?)

The see-saw got her feeling disgust

There’s never no love when you grow old T

Cause we ain’t been speaking enough

Shout out to OG Trae

And (?)

I work to get P-A-Yed

Typo

DMV

Cause I don’t see you Imma need your ID

My ideas ain’t Madea’s

They ain’t masked

I keep it true

So the real always recognize

Delivery flawless

Papa John’s piece of cake

Nigga pizza pies

Get some, get some

I be dumping

Treating verbs like percussion

They hitting

Every shot you take it need a poster

They missing

I could put that on my cousin

Mickey you know that we miss you

But up until then I’m feeling like Pac

Cause only my god is judicial