L T T K Video (MV)

Well it started off with a dream bruh
Paper chasing on streams bruh
Now we dripping dripping no lean bruh
Yeah
Now we back from the low
Now we back so you know
Now we and we cold
No strings attached with that bull ish
No strings attached like I'm flute bitch
And I'm new bitch
Like who's this
K A I on the block with that new ish
I just came like I just came
Fresh out the cake like I'm new bitch
So yeah ah
Listen listen to the kids ah
Listen listen to the whole clique
Listen listen to the kids yeah
Listen listen to the

Listen listen to the kids
Listen listen to the whole clique now
Listen listen to the kids
Listen listen to the kids
Listen listen to the kids
Listen listen to the whole clique now
Listen listen to the kids
Listen listen to the kids
Listen listen to the kids
Listen listen to the whole clique now
Listen listen to the kids
Listen listen to the kids
Listen listen to the whole clique now
Listen listen to the kids
Listen listen to the kids
Listen listen to the kids

From the rags to riches
We walked the distance without a pot to piss in
Now we shitting on everyone in competition
Did you lock the kitchen?
Coz that's where I'm, chopping pigeons
Niggas missing
Drop bombs - missiles
Drop-top switches
We talking millions
They talking minions
We talking vision
They cropping pictures
Spoiled rotten kittens

Niggas been talking about grind
Yeah
Niggas been talking about pride
Yeah
Niggas been talking about guap
They ain't popping
Oh well
Me and my nigga we all in
Counting figures only
You should check our side
Ay
You should check our side
Niggas been talking about grind
Yeah
Niggas been talking about pride
Yeah
Niggas been talking about guap
They ain't popping
Oh well
Me and my nigga we all in
Counting figures only
You should check our side
Ay
You should check our side

Check our side from the East to the West
My niggas popping skills
Popping grills
Riding round East coast, ah yeah
Riding round beast mode, ah yeah
Been on the sidelines, ah
F*ck it it's my time, ah
Man I'm taking all the kids bruh
They f*cken leaving all the pills bruh
With toys in my bag like I'm batman
You superman, but I'm bad man
Ain't tryna tryna tryna brag man
I'm just spitting spitting all the facts man
Ah
Listen listen to the kids ah
Listen listen to the whole clique (yoh)
Listen listen to the kids yeah (listen)
Listen listen to the (we be)

We be getting all the chips, dawg
While you chasing all the chicks, dawg
Why you hating?
Man, momma raised me without pops to tame me
I'm no pig, boy
Pushing this music till it starts to pay me
Seen as a loser until you park that Bentley
Eating bacon and cheese
Basted steak and ribs
Never really meant
To talk about that
But niggas in rap
Always talk about 'brag'
Niggas talk behind my back
Damn! Well, that's in the past
Cash is in the bag
Girls in a trance
Bands make 'em dance
Fat ass in pants
Just spaz in a track

Listen listen to the kids
To the whole clique
Listen listen to the kids
To the kid
Listen listen to the kids
To the whole clique now
Listen listen to the kids (listen)
Listen listen to the kids