Kevin

(альбом: Impostor Syndrome - 2022)

That's right, that's what the fuck I'm talking about
Move out the way motherfucker
Don't even speak to me unless you know my motive
And [?]
I don't need a confirmation, nigga
We are the confirmation
Hey

I ain't got an extra day
I can't let it go to waste
Doing more than what it takes
Put the label in they place
Took my foot up off the break
Heard you niggas speaking
But who's speaking to my face?
Why you niggas so involved?
Should I tell John Wong he has been replaced?
How the fuck you niggas manage?
Niggas all up in my business every single day
Why them niggas in my business?
Doing business with me
Do less than the niggas that hate
I wish I charge less of a rate
But fuck what they take
I still get a piece of the cake
Still got the crib by the lake
We ain't got a couch
But trust me though we never late
Long as my people feel safe
Long as I keep all my cake
Then we gon' be great
As long as the speakers are played
Boy don't you play
Boy what you say?
Oh okay
Oh, oh

Everyday a celebration when you get paid
Long as niggas eating, get the fuck out my face (ay)
(Shut the fuck up)
I ain't even mean it, that ain't what I was tryna say
How you feeling? I feel great
I feel great, yeah

Give it a rest
I'm not impressed, nah
Say it with ya chest
Straight from the breast (yuh)
Only the best
No no need to flex, nah (nah)
Can I confess?
Hold up my racks (hold up my racks)
Is it irrational or is it complex?
I'm the new MJ (Mike Jack)
Oh how you jest (hah)
Yeah I'ma catch it now
A hoe blessed
Come to my bed she in
Come get some rest

Nigga just be who you wanna be
Don't ever be anybody else
If we family and you roll with me
You'd get the highest up on the shelf
For you I'd give almost anything
Just to see accolades on the belt
We MVPs with them Metty wings
So you know that all punches fell
Painted my room a new shade of green
So I see guava before I sleep
We selling shit that you never seen
And still I'm not telling no, not a peep
The fact that we die is a guarantee
So we gotta live it up every day
I hope that my brothers see fourty-three
I hope that I teach 'em a better way

Everyday a celebration when you get paid
Long as niggas eating, get the fuck out my face (ay)
(Shut the fuck up)
I ain't even mean it, that ain't what I was tryna s—