K Carter Man II - Kenny vs myself Lyrics

Yo, uh, yo, yo, yo, yo, uh, yo, uh
Said first of all, get your head right, rappin' in the middle
I snap in the half, like I'm in the griddle, I draft
Draw me a ditto in half, before you was cuttin' digits in math

It's that sample to be rappin' in the middle of the tombstone
Like you have no f*ckin' flip phone
Burn your house down like you be livin' in a mobile home, gettin' kidnapped
You overlook way back, look at the madcap

Dressin high fashion like ASAP
Rocky, whoever can spin my pockets, it's not free
I trap when I snap in the boom back
I gotta rap in the middle of the radio

Like I got a flood when I chose, I can't expose
You gotta be rappin' about the tic-tac-toe, like heads and toes
I was rappin' like a goddamn Cumbler gap
Make spell my words like I got a tornado hit in my head

If my brain was dead, like I write it myself with a letter for pencil
Half stencil, math in the same class
Like I see the competition, that's a car rental
But do better than stay in school to have a grade dismissal

I'm stalkin' a girl like a f*ckin' caplan galwn
I'm faster than Meek Mill, the raps are gonna steal the bill
Like I gotta have a dollar, I'd kill
When I saw Santa Claus up in the hill, givin' the kids back their charity

I could've easily killed and still
Bury me, I've been alive to try to die
Then look up in the alphabetical of a Generation Y
That's a millennial

They been a big head of a TV screen, that's a radio
Then the mass effect, when I disrespect, like I been easily
Diss your own credit, like if you was disrespectin' my kid
I could've easily put a slap in your wrist, like white bitch

G-Eazy rappin' the same competition, like I'm so sneezy
So pathetic and speechless to be rappin' like I'm goin' head to head like
Another rapper like Young Jeezy
Sentences and rhymes and bars, you can't please me

You did a crime if you was pleadin' guilty
And please stop sayin' everything's gonna be okay when I'm not healthy
You know damn well you know f*ckin' wealthy people doesn't care about broke people
Took a lot of time and effort to rap in the middle on the same checkers

To play the game like I'm not in the fame
To be f*ckin' around just to entertain
Be by your side before you was claimin' my name
Not to be makin' jokes when I be hidin' in the middle in a private plane

And your punchy rap came so lame
And the microphone, I gotta play the video game
Of you to get killed in the field
If I was 50 Cent, he would be like George Ziggerman

Rippin' money just to be pimpin' girls way back then
And I recall my symptoms like I be rappin' in the middle like I give it to the Muslims
I called the folks, you can't flow when I smoke and you like a pair of socks when I go
Now I'm gettin' heated, I'm gettin' mad right now

I'm startin' to dress like a clown
Be in this hometown to be racist like my skin is brown
But I want you buried underneath the ground like Meet the Ghrams
Say bro like Drake

I never dissed you
Trading place like you get out my face
You f*ckin' an underage kid, that's on you
I flew and then I knew

And I'm rappin', I laughin' at how to get him booed in the crowd
At the time of time you're not so proud what you did
You should be doin' jail time when I'm after you was committed a crime
Partner shit with AK, like AK when I rap

I sent Mayday with an AK like at f*ckin' 47
And if I could really be like knocking him to f*ckin' with an extra
Extending clips, if I had the money I'd buy myself a dollar and tips
I know distributions can be ripped off

For rappin' the shit I'm soft
Ovo, I resurrect myself to be in the studio
I have a chip on my shoulder
To rap in the middle

I gotta kill another person like a motherf*ckin' can't promote her
And I said, I know your life is in danger
I know you like to be talkin' to a stranger
In the middle of the streets and when I fist fight

Then I got really superpowered ranger
Before you was walking in the middle
Like a valiant shadow of death
Like I have no text in the phone to have abusive sex

I set you up for defense
The pow pow the end
Spittin' bars, you can't have no friends
I'm ending your life like this

Between me and you and the mic I miss
We participate, coloring books
So I gotta draw and trace
If I have step dad to be real to kill

I'm spittin' bars, I'm ill to see him in hell
I'm an atheist, like I'd rather see him in jail
Know what type of father figure he is
Betrayed in places, this is the devil's work

With the syllables, I am the shit
Work hard to put my rhymes in the middle
And to boom bap
I work hard to do the shit when I never get the strap

I work hard when I be snappin' in the middle
And it's my anger to get mad
Work hard to battle and have a checker player
In the math class

I sure did work my ass off to be in the robux cube
That's a f*ckin' fact
Play myself to kenny rapping against Kendall
To open up a window like that's another penny competition

You never see the sentence
You never did it when I tried to listen
They always tryna talk shit when I can't compare to be the greatest emcee
I dare if you scream for another high tech quality

Game for the fame before you change my own name
You gotta get blamed
By me to achieve rearrange
Me versus myself or anyone