K&A

(álbum: KAYTRAMINÉ - 2023)

Yeah, yeah
You know
She called me on my phone, asked me what I'm sipping on
Look

Louis in my cup
Louis on my clothes
Lou smoking gabagoo, we pass that pick n' roll

My white tee be so crisp, look like the fresh tips on her toes
All my money straight, so Aminé never fold

I'm back on, back on, back on shit
They thought was hard, I passed on bitch
I'm Dre I get my Mac on, if that ass is fast I last long

Found solace in promises
Kept by bitches who swallowing
All my kids, they keep gobbling
Write for who? They keep hollering

A&R's with the silencers, shot for us, but we silence 'em
Niggas hate but they wanna be us
Jealousy be so fond of us

Presidential on my wrist, now I'm the head of state
Everybody want the fame, but don't know what it take

Can't be your true self while seeking validation
Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation
I said, can't be your true self while seeking validation
Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation

So it's K to the, A to the
A to the, K to the
Doing what we want 'cause we want nigga
I said it's it's K to the, A to the
A to the, K to the
Doing what we want 'cause we want nigga

Leases on your chain, leases on your chain
Your ego got a ego, now your ego got a chain

Mi amigo pobrecito, be yourself and stay the same
It's hard to keep your friends when you just friendly for the fame

More cap in this rap shit than your graduation
Hating niggas be the ones out here congratulating
I don't know who you are, beef ain't nothing to moi
Niggas be delusional, thinking we close but we far

You out of place
Get my weed out of state
Pretty bitches give me face
On her knees like rolling trays

Got a main and bae
Don't care what these niggas say
Balling fuck a resume
Pull her hair, fuck the lace
(That's very true)

I got plaques to give my kids
But until I'm six feet deep, I will continue to run this shit

Can't be your true self while seeking validation
Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation
I said, can't be your true self while seeking validation
Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation

So it's K to the, A to the
A to the, K to the
Doing what we want 'cause we want nigga
I said it's it's K to the, A to the
A to the, K to the
Doing what we want 'cause we want

Hating niggas I'm sick of
When we talk you listen
Fight in me my fist up
Control shit like SZA

Hating niggas I'm sick of
When we talk you listen
Fight in me my fist up
Control shit like SZA

Yeah
Wake up, wake up
Yeah, yeah
Wake up

Gone for a moment but not forever, not for long
Throw up your K&As
Remind these niggas man, look

Hoes who used to play me get the Michael B
My biggest haters niggas who didn't make the league
Sold out dates
Seen on seven seas
Bluetooth connected to a thousand SUVs
Y'all bought the same fit, but couldn't buy the steeze
Rappers kick the same shit, but couldn't match the fee
Bitch I'm in my bag, not in the industry
The flow so player play this shit in the limousine
Okay, rappers wrap it up
KAYTRAMINÉ best rap album, competition none
"Underrated," they tryna act like I ain't drop seventy one
Sickamore said it best, all you niggas bums

These niggas keep on talking in my ear like I care, but I don't
Shorty's unsending DMs, that rappers won't
Talk to me dicey
'Cause they know the verse is getting very, very pricey
Call my nigga Richie when I need assurance
503 in AZ, bitch I look like Terrance
Know you listening, but you don't fucking hear us
Y'all can keep counting me out, I'm just gone my carats
I put Halle Berry in my close friends
Why the fuck would all you niggas think I need anymore friends?
I don't like you rappers, I don't like you hoes
Bitch I'm Calvin Klein and you are Kenneth Cole

Yeah, y'all talking like we equals when we know you smeagles
Two face niggas don't understand we gone see through
All that bullshit that you hiding
True colors always show, it's always perfect timing