New York Knicks
Black Kenn
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Let's go back to the days when I was moving eigths for the Julius Randle Why when these hoes catch me out in traffic they ask for my IG handle Catch me slashing, catch me dashing to the rim like RJ Barrett Upgraded the Earlobes for a nine I copped the yellow karats My bitch hella bad and she thick, but its all organic Choppin' wine biz in Argentina and we speaking Spanish I'm the same nigga that came up eating bologna with the red ring Same nigga that rocked my white ones but swapped my shoestrings Even though we got New Jersey's on we still on the same team I heard y'all boys was talking down but what the f*ck y'all really mean? For the Za I'm a have to charge three flat just like Nerlens Noel If you cannot grab the whole thing, just grab half the bell She like my aroma she like Black Kenn I like the way you smell This that sticky icky mixed with Issey baby can't you tell? Marble on the wall in the kitchen when a nigga cookin' I bridged the gap with the packs it remind me of the bricks in Brooklyn It's some days when I was stressin', how the f*ck I'm a make it out It's some days my back was against the wall my head filled with doubt It's some days when I was counted out I had to figure it out It was some days... but my nigga I still found my route It's some people in my corner through the cold and stormy weather It's a cold world but I'm Icy Spicy gotta grab a sweater Serve ya like I'm Chick-Fil-A you can get it it's whatever Serve ya like I'm Chick-Fil-A you can get it it's my pleasure Yeah this gas & instrumentals yeah this shit came off the temple No it wasn't accidental I had no pad no pencil While I'm sitting by the water she toppin' me off in the rental Ran it up on the highway for a month copped the incidental Down to my last five ain't in a rush to move em quickly I might buss these hoes all the way to grammy's if they hit me Took the Blueberry, mixed it with the Sour D I'm feeling like the New York Knicks I'm tryna leave a legacy She looked me in my eyes and tried to tell me that she wasn't gone lie to me Don't compare me to that lil boy baby we not in the same league Yeezy's on my feet right now I feel just like I'm Derrick Rose Kim & Ye just divorced that's more reason not to trust these hoes Left her sad in Austin told the bitch she could cry me a river She said Black Kenn I thought you was coming back yeah bitch I remember In the kitchen got the marble cut just like bricks on the wall I came out doing the dougie on a bitch give me a round applause Yeah this gas & instrumentals yeah this shit came off the temple No it wasn't accidental I had no pad no pencil While I'm sitting by the water she toppin' me off in the rental Ran it up on the highway for a month copped the incidental Down to my last five ain't in a rush to move em quickly I might buss these hoes all the way to grammy's if they hit me Took the Blueberry, mixed it with the Sour D I'm feeling like the New York Knicks I'm tryna leave a legacy
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