Kane

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Yeah, what up, 22
 Take a ride with the G.O.A.T one time
 Aye, 22
 Uh ugh
 (Meech)
 Aye, my bitch blowing up my phone now let me tell the truth
 I don't know if she my bitch, I don't know what she do
 Everytime it's in my hands, shit it gotta move
 If niggas pulled up on you shooting you wouldn't know what to do
 Single lion in this world, I don't need nobody (so)
 I made a promise to my sister I'ma be somebody (yeah)
 You can have yo' bitch back, she need somebody (yeah)
 I was busy stacking blues when y'all couldn't find me
 I don't hang around you niggas, we don't think the same (no)
 Young nappy head nigga, gold on his frames (yeah)
 Stopped picking up my phone, niggas say I changed
 Nigga get yo' scale dirty before you say my name (boy)
 Made so much yesterday, in the car I prayed (yeah)
 This a M on my buckle, M's on my brain
 On my soul I really do it, punk stay in yo lane
 You ask a nigga for a favor, they forget yo' name
 I'll spit on yo' big homie, I ain't got one
 You lil' niggas talking 'bout guns, I really got them
 Yo mans been down for too long, somebody spot him
 A lotta money in my pocket, I went out & got some
 It ain't a rule I won't break, risk I won't take
 You putting yo' feelings in a bitch, boy that's a heartbreak (don't do it)
 And this Moschino that I'm wearing came from Italy (aye)
 It's a 4 in my drank, shark on my face (yeah)
 Aye, now these hoes be fucking everybody
 She mad at me cuz I ain't text back, like I care about her
 Drive a distance for the money 'cause I care about it
 Punch a nigga in his mouth, knock the stare up out him
 Up early with the birds, I need every dollar (aye)
 Told my son I'm getting a mansion for him & his momma
 But if I find a Latino she gone have my daughter
 You wanna find a cheaper price go a little farther
 We get 4 48's for that good bargain
 Wearing clothes you can't afford, it make me a target
 I don't deal with relatives, family you walking
 Even in the nose bleeds you can see me balling
 Louis bag on my bitch, it can hold a doggie (yeah)
 I'm the leader of the mob, you can call me Pauly
 I can't even go shopping, too much in my closet
 I got a roll on me now in my billionaire joggers
 Nigga, I'm the man where I'm from
 Screws loose in my head, I leave hoes hot lumps
 You get questioned in that room, boy you better play dumb
 A couple bitches love me, I don't care about one, nigga
 22!
 

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Duration
02:17
Key
11
Tempo
123 BPM

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