Kane.Pt2

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Aye, yo bitch blowing up my phone she let me tell the truth
 'Cause mine getting on my nerves, I can't handle two
 I remember rerocking niggas, getting extras through
 You know what the fuck going on, I say 22
 Young nigga, with the same pull as a O.G
 Approach me, talking rah rah I knock out four teeth
 These niggas ratted out, half of 'em be the police
 Riding with the load on my way to meet Habibi
 I'm smoking Sherbert and it mix with my cologne
 Nigga mad 'cause his bitch rapping me when I come on
 Everybody know that it's cheaper when they home
 My niggas made me rap, shit I had stopped making songs
 But I can't stop what I'm doing, they ain't stop making phones
 Know this lean ain't cool, shit I'll stop it when I'm gone
 Spent two-thousand on a coat, you in a hoodie looking bold
 This time last year I was busy on the road
 Somebody help that nigga out, shit he out here looking lost
 You can't put a nigga in position, then you not a boss
 In and out of Neiman Marcus, used to shop at Last Call
 Put a nigga in a hearse, all it take is one call
 I can't even shop, shit I'm taking pictures in the mall
 If it's bout some money then I'm tryna get involved
 I got years in this jugg, most of this is new to y'all
 Used to steal hall passes, make sales in the hall
 Aye, yo bitch blowing up my phone she let me tell the truth
 'Cause mine getting on my nerves, I can't handle two
 I remember rerocking niggas, getting extras through
 You know what the fuck going on, I serve twenty-two
 Young nigga, with the same pull as a O.G
 Approach me, talking rah rah I knock out four teeth
 These niggas ratted out, half of 'em be the police
 Riding with the load on my way to meet Habibi
 I ain't hitting nothing like you lil bum niggas
 Sent a picture of the package told the plug come get it
 You was scared to jump off the porch, nigga I was with it
 I been throwing bitches in the garbage, shit ridiculous
 Riding through the hood smoking cookie with my villains
 Whole game jugg & finesse for a living
 Three-five in my wood, it might take a nigga with it
 At Benihanas off the percs, mad as hell I got to itching
 You ain't on what I'm on, I ain't fucking with you niggas
 I might buy up all the drank & leave nothing for you niggas
 You ain't got no money, you be all up under niggas
 I'ma be the first to tell you I ain't stressing bout no bitches
 Just know if I sign, I got a check up out them niggas
 On my VLONE shit with a choppa in the trenches
 These hoes love me, but I don't love these bitches
 No limit when I shop, the price change yo opinion
 Yeah, yo bitch blowing up my phone she let me tell the truth
 'Cause mine getting on my nerves, I can't handle two
 I remember rerocking niggas, getting extras through
 You know what the fuck going on, I say
 Young nigga, with the same pull as a
 Approach me, talking rah rah I knock out—
 These niggas ratted out, half of 'em be the police
 Riding with the— on my— yeah
 

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Duration
02:53
Key
1
Tempo
126 BPM

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