Whole Foods, chillin
Got some macaroni on my plate
Fresh squeezed,
Made a couple beats
Might record today
I could never lie
And if I do
You'd see it on my face
Yo what we talkin' bout? Money?
Or we talkin' bout pride?
Seems as though whenever I talk numbers
It's like a crime
Cause if you got a problem
We can sum it up fine
Wear 8.5 sneakers
Still pull up with the 9
I done took a couple L's
Missed some shells to the face
Was with a bitch that doubted me
She couldn't wait to replace
How you gon' box me out?
I don't stay in the paint
Bitch I'm Kobe from the outside
And Duncan with the bank
Sipping Clicquout and Henny
Now I'm sparking
Shout my nigga Eldy
Had the plug out Watkins
Ain't the weekend, but bitch I do it often
Talk slick, get popped like
You was chillin in the Hoffman
I miss my ex dearly
Man I'm stuck on her ass
And she fine
She don't age cause she stuck in the past
I ain't perfect
But I'm far from a dummy
I told them niggas
If we ain't talking digits
You ain't got nothing for me
You gotta watch all the niggas round you
They move fake
Shit, my oldest sister died from some shit that was laced
Denver Jr. was cross the street from the house when they sprayed
You see the pain in my eyes when you look in my face
Dead homies I can't replace, and I miss em everyday
Know I do this shit for y'all, bang that till the grave
To the money i'm slave, you new niggas is knaves
Gotta step up your weight before we meet face to face
Emotions can't get in the way when you tryna get paid
Self-control is mandatory when you part of this game
Cap Heights, Darkside, that's the set that I claim
Been on the block since a tot, but you can't say the same
To all my fam locked down, keep it g, hold ya head
Heem was locked near the border, still bringing in bread
The capo di tutti capi, i'm respected everywhere
I might be posted in the Bronx puffin weed on the stairs
Or westside Duval, Jacksonville lookin player
Good weed & palm trees, the latest apparel
Just know, anywhere I go, I get that dough
You withhold, we grab the lasers, and remove a few moles
The streets cold, taking souls, please don't get yours stole
Don't let your ego get swole, better stay with ya pole
Gotta stay 10 toes, cause if you crumble or fold
Niggas die everyday god, that's just how it goes.
Whole Foods, chillin
Got some macaroni on my plate
Fresh squeezed,
Made a couple beats
Might record today
I could never lie
And if I do
You'd see it on my face
KINDU - MENTIROSO (feat. DEJUAN CROOKS) Lyrics
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Whole Foods, chillin
Got some macaroni on my plate
Fresh squeezed,
Made a couple beats
Might record today
I could never lie
And if I do
You'd see it on my face
Yo what we talkin' bout? Money?
Or we talkin' bout pride?
Seems as though whenever I talk numbers
It's like a crime
Cause if you got a problem
We can sum it up fine
Wear 8.5 sneakers
Still pull up with the 9
I done took a couple L's
Missed some shells to the face
Was with a bitch that doubted me
She couldn't wait to replace
How you gon' box me out?
I don't stay in the paint
Bitch I'm Kobe from the outside
And Duncan with the bank
Sipping Clicquout and Henny
Now I'm sparking
Shout my nigga Eldy
Had the plug out Watkins
Ain't the weekend, but bitch I do it often
Talk slick, get popped like
You was chillin in the Hoffman
I miss my ex dearly
Man I'm stuck on her ass
And she fine
She don't age cause she stuck in the past
I ain't perfect
But I'm far from a dummy
I told them niggas
If we ain't talking digits
You ain't got nothing for me
You gotta watch all the niggas round you
They move fake
Shit, my oldest sister died from some shit that was laced
Denver Jr. was cross the street from the house when they sprayed
You see the pain in my eyes when you look in my face
Dead homies I can't replace, and I miss em everyday
Know I do this shit for y'all, bang that till the grave
To the money i'm slave, you new niggas is knaves
Gotta step up your weight before we meet face to face
Emotions can't get in the way when you tryna get paid
Self-control is mandatory when you part of this game
Cap Heights, Darkside, that's the set that I claim
Been on the block since a tot, but you can't say the same
To all my fam locked down, keep it g, hold ya head
Heem was locked near the border, still bringing in bread
The capo di tutti capi, i'm respected everywhere
I might be posted in the Bronx puffin weed on the stairs
Or westside Duval, Jacksonville lookin player
Good weed & palm trees, the latest apparel
Just know, anywhere I go, I get that dough
You withhold, we grab the lasers, and remove a few moles
The streets cold, taking souls, please don't get yours stole
Don't let your ego get swole, better stay with ya pole
Gotta stay 10 toes, cause if you crumble or fold
Niggas die everyday god, that's just how it goes.
Whole Foods, chillin
Got some macaroni on my plate
Fresh squeezed,
Made a couple beats
Might record today
I could never lie
And if I do
You'd see it on my face
Got some macaroni on my plate
Fresh squeezed,
Made a couple beats
Might record today
I could never lie
And if I do
You'd see it on my face
Yo what we talkin' bout? Money?
Or we talkin' bout pride?
Seems as though whenever I talk numbers
It's like a crime
Cause if you got a problem
We can sum it up fine
Wear 8.5 sneakers
Still pull up with the 9
I done took a couple L's
Missed some shells to the face
Was with a bitch that doubted me
She couldn't wait to replace
How you gon' box me out?
I don't stay in the paint
Bitch I'm Kobe from the outside
And Duncan with the bank
Sipping Clicquout and Henny
Now I'm sparking
Shout my nigga Eldy
Had the plug out Watkins
Ain't the weekend, but bitch I do it often
Talk slick, get popped like
You was chillin in the Hoffman
I miss my ex dearly
Man I'm stuck on her ass
And she fine
She don't age cause she stuck in the past
I ain't perfect
But I'm far from a dummy
I told them niggas
If we ain't talking digits
You ain't got nothing for me
You gotta watch all the niggas round you
They move fake
Shit, my oldest sister died from some shit that was laced
Denver Jr. was cross the street from the house when they sprayed
You see the pain in my eyes when you look in my face
Dead homies I can't replace, and I miss em everyday
Know I do this shit for y'all, bang that till the grave
To the money i'm slave, you new niggas is knaves
Gotta step up your weight before we meet face to face
Emotions can't get in the way when you tryna get paid
Self-control is mandatory when you part of this game
Cap Heights, Darkside, that's the set that I claim
Been on the block since a tot, but you can't say the same
To all my fam locked down, keep it g, hold ya head
Heem was locked near the border, still bringing in bread
The capo di tutti capi, i'm respected everywhere
I might be posted in the Bronx puffin weed on the stairs
Or westside Duval, Jacksonville lookin player
Good weed & palm trees, the latest apparel
Just know, anywhere I go, I get that dough
You withhold, we grab the lasers, and remove a few moles
The streets cold, taking souls, please don't get yours stole
Don't let your ego get swole, better stay with ya pole
Gotta stay 10 toes, cause if you crumble or fold
Niggas die everyday god, that's just how it goes.
Whole Foods, chillin
Got some macaroni on my plate
Fresh squeezed,
Made a couple beats
Might record today
I could never lie
And if I do
You'd see it on my face
Writer: Taiheem McKay, Dejuan Crooks, Marquise McKine
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: KINDU
Language: English
Length: 2:27
Written by: Taiheem McKay, Dejuan Crooks, Marquise McKine