Yo Kelly
Yo Wassup
I think these motherf*ckers just mad because we're right bro
Okay wait, hold up
Okay, first off like Genesis they gonna cuff me up
Because I'm killing this, I never ever give a shit
About no sentiments so if you gonna get offended
Dip the premises cause you a little bitch
We be going in for the kill, You get the kill assist
I spit the realest shit, they wasn't feelin' it
They wasn't feeling it?
Bitch, hold up like Kimmy Schmidt
You better go home 'fore you go missin
Cuz I'm Frozone with the cold vision
And it's so cold that that hoe shiver
All my homies still mack with no Mil-ler
Way back when I used to be a coke dealer
Slinging bags all terrains like a four-wheeler
I was putting cash back for the studio equipment
Times came, passed, and the stacks turned to spit-tin
Then I worked a couple years just finding my sound
Cuz I knew I had to lose to be surprised what I found
It was almost too late, shit, look at me now
Everybody turning up everytime I'm around
And if I ever turn around it's cause the sign said wrong way
It's time to make a change when every day feel like a long day
It's time to love myself like Jay-Z love Beyonce
Or..like Kanye loves Kanye
Y'all be listening to some bad advice
And you're mad I'm right, you're mad I'm right
You don't have the bars so you had to fight
And you're mad I'm right, yeah, you're mad I'm right
Y'all do not know how to sacrifice
And you're mad I'm right, yeah, you're mad I'm right
Y'all do not have any appetite
I'm f*ckin' hungry, you're mad I'm right
Hey what's up bro
So I still need the order for the set list
For the show tonight at the Roxy
This shit's gonna be popping man
Give me a call back when you can
Alright, bye
(Kelly!)
Back to the pen and the pad
If I go into battle and win, it's a rap
Killing your hero, XL is a villain
Came into the game with that sinister laugh
Hop out the whip, a notebook on my hip
I'm so done with your shit, don't get hit with my gat
Burning the track, we ain't running no laps
I walk into the flame and ain't turning to ash
Category five earthquake make a nigga soul shake
With the way I got love for this music
Speaking and spitting and spazzing in tongue
I got syllables ready to pop your medula
Family ain't with da vision
But math is apparently something that kill they solution
Granny ain't told me to go for my dreams
Now I'm living my dreams like I'm stuck in a lucid
Stuck in a cycle of being a family idol or being a nuisance
I ain't had shit to wear with my blueprints
Deadbeat daddy, my mom ain't do sh
Complicated, complex like Rubix (turn)
Twist it, I dread feeling stupid, it's written in ink
There ain't no erasing the proof
I got passion for spitting and writing this music nigga
I'ma tell you when it's alright
I'ma tell you when it's okay
You mad I'm right like M.I.R
You ain't got a boy, get back, I'm hard
I ain't Wunna spit hard facts, I are
Smart and you mad and a bitch
You ain't got a boy, get back, I'm hard
I ain't Wunna spit hard facts, I are
Right nigga
Yeah, so next time you wanna talk about this
I mean you're not really answering calls and
I'm with Nate, we chilling
Hit me up when you can
Peace
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English
Yo Kelly
Yo Wassup
I think these motherf*ckers just mad because we're right bro
Okay wait, hold up
Okay, first off like Genesis they gonna cuff me up
Because I'm killing this, I never ever give a shit
About no sentiments so if you gonna get offended
Dip the premises cause you a little bitch
We be going in for the kill, You get the kill assist
I spit the realest shit, they wasn't feelin' it
They wasn't feeling it?
Bitch, hold up like Kimmy Schmidt
You better go home 'fore you go missin
Cuz I'm Frozone with the cold vision
And it's so cold that that hoe shiver
All my homies still mack with no Mil-ler
Way back when I used to be a coke dealer
Slinging bags all terrains like a four-wheeler
I was putting cash back for the studio equipment
Times came, passed, and the stacks turned to spit-tin
Then I worked a couple years just finding my sound
Cuz I knew I had to lose to be surprised what I found
It was almost too late, shit, look at me now
Everybody turning up everytime I'm around
And if I ever turn around it's cause the sign said wrong way
It's time to make a change when every day feel like a long day
It's time to love myself like Jay-Z love Beyonce
Or..like Kanye loves Kanye
Y'all be listening to some bad advice
And you're mad I'm right, you're mad I'm right
You don't have the bars so you had to fight
And you're mad I'm right, yeah, you're mad I'm right
Y'all do not know how to sacrifice
And you're mad I'm right, yeah, you're mad I'm right
Y'all do not have any appetite
I'm f*ckin' hungry, you're mad I'm right
Hey what's up bro
So I still need the order for the set list
For the show tonight at the Roxy
This shit's gonna be popping man
Give me a call back when you can
Alright, bye
(Kelly!)
Back to the pen and the pad
If I go into battle and win, it's a rap
Killing your hero, XL is a villain
Came into the game with that sinister laugh
Hop out the whip, a notebook on my hip
I'm so done with your shit, don't get hit with my gat
Burning the track, we ain't running no laps
I walk into the flame and ain't turning to ash
Category five earthquake make a nigga soul shake
With the way I got love for this music
Speaking and spitting and spazzing in tongue
I got syllables ready to pop your medula
Family ain't with da vision
But math is apparently something that kill they solution
Granny ain't told me to go for my dreams
Now I'm living my dreams like I'm stuck in a lucid
Stuck in a cycle of being a family idol or being a nuisance
I ain't had shit to wear with my blueprints
Deadbeat daddy, my mom ain't do sh
Complicated, complex like Rubix (turn)
Twist it, I dread feeling stupid, it's written in ink
There ain't no erasing the proof
I got passion for spitting and writing this music nigga
I'ma tell you when it's alright
I'ma tell you when it's okay
You mad I'm right like M.I.R
You ain't got a boy, get back, I'm hard
I ain't Wunna spit hard facts, I are
Smart and you mad and a bitch
You ain't got a boy, get back, I'm hard
I ain't Wunna spit hard facts, I are
Right nigga
Yeah, so next time you wanna talk about this
I mean you're not really answering calls and
I'm with Nate, we chilling
Hit me up when you can
Peace
Yo Wassup
I think these motherf*ckers just mad because we're right bro
Okay wait, hold up
Okay, first off like Genesis they gonna cuff me up
Because I'm killing this, I never ever give a shit
About no sentiments so if you gonna get offended
Dip the premises cause you a little bitch
We be going in for the kill, You get the kill assist
I spit the realest shit, they wasn't feelin' it
They wasn't feeling it?
Bitch, hold up like Kimmy Schmidt
You better go home 'fore you go missin
Cuz I'm Frozone with the cold vision
And it's so cold that that hoe shiver
All my homies still mack with no Mil-ler
Way back when I used to be a coke dealer
Slinging bags all terrains like a four-wheeler
I was putting cash back for the studio equipment
Times came, passed, and the stacks turned to spit-tin
Then I worked a couple years just finding my sound
Cuz I knew I had to lose to be surprised what I found
It was almost too late, shit, look at me now
Everybody turning up everytime I'm around
And if I ever turn around it's cause the sign said wrong way
It's time to make a change when every day feel like a long day
It's time to love myself like Jay-Z love Beyonce
Or..like Kanye loves Kanye
Y'all be listening to some bad advice
And you're mad I'm right, you're mad I'm right
You don't have the bars so you had to fight
And you're mad I'm right, yeah, you're mad I'm right
Y'all do not know how to sacrifice
And you're mad I'm right, yeah, you're mad I'm right
Y'all do not have any appetite
I'm f*ckin' hungry, you're mad I'm right
Hey what's up bro
So I still need the order for the set list
For the show tonight at the Roxy
This shit's gonna be popping man
Give me a call back when you can
Alright, bye
(Kelly!)
Back to the pen and the pad
If I go into battle and win, it's a rap
Killing your hero, XL is a villain
Came into the game with that sinister laugh
Hop out the whip, a notebook on my hip
I'm so done with your shit, don't get hit with my gat
Burning the track, we ain't running no laps
I walk into the flame and ain't turning to ash
Category five earthquake make a nigga soul shake
With the way I got love for this music
Speaking and spitting and spazzing in tongue
I got syllables ready to pop your medula
Family ain't with da vision
But math is apparently something that kill they solution
Granny ain't told me to go for my dreams
Now I'm living my dreams like I'm stuck in a lucid
Stuck in a cycle of being a family idol or being a nuisance
I ain't had shit to wear with my blueprints
Deadbeat daddy, my mom ain't do sh
Complicated, complex like Rubix (turn)
Twist it, I dread feeling stupid, it's written in ink
There ain't no erasing the proof
I got passion for spitting and writing this music nigga
I'ma tell you when it's alright
I'ma tell you when it's okay
You mad I'm right like M.I.R
You ain't got a boy, get back, I'm hard
I ain't Wunna spit hard facts, I are
Smart and you mad and a bitch
You ain't got a boy, get back, I'm hard
I ain't Wunna spit hard facts, I are
Right nigga
Yeah, so next time you wanna talk about this
I mean you're not really answering calls and
I'm with Nate, we chilling
Hit me up when you can
Peace
Writer: Nathanyel Mead
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid