Overstepping (The Line)

You overstepping the line AK do it to em You do it to em You overstepping dawg You overstepping the line Kiai got a new bitch Kiai don't do shit Goddamn Kiai sick of the bullshit Kiai don't know about this Kiai ain't move like this Goddamn Kiai sick of the bullshit Entertain the gossip I ain't care no more I ain't care no more rhyme scheme impeccable Unpickable If petter piper picking it It gon pick his brain Scar it like potter And Remold it like pottery Till there he lay And then time would be picking petals Off flowers that lie by his grave Grave mistake fucking with me I could take you in the streets or in the industry I would have your girl forget about you And have her under sheets But I ain't white enough to rewrite your history Two stepping from hoes Bitches You play with my name you think these are monkey bars You think that running your mouth is going to make you hard But I'll be dropping your truth in each one of my freestyles So all it's going to do is make you a track star Stoopid The only thing stereotypical about me Is that typically I be will playing out of you stereo Ya better know You can't stop my growth Stand on the line and hope I don't score this free throw Swish Damn Shit too easy for me now I came to claim my crown Huh My day play out like an advent calendar Cause I be opening a new door each and every hour Eugh Scrunch your face Like the pussy sour I'm Bringing my presence before my album this a baby shower Ugh I must be ahead of the competition Cause I'm the only one with the sense to hear the shit they spitting And they ain't catching up to kiai I'm Kenyan it's in my blood I'm a runner but I'll be Neverr runners up Indubitably What you do can't slip by me Don't forget Ya AB cs Don't care for your numbers Or wherever you be playing in summer I listen to your tracks and know that you a typical rapper Or artists Bite my flow like you tick Best hide behind tints 5% or your clocks ticking Win you over with one taste What I do to beats is gorme the recipe for each these tracks homemade Got the whole crowd wanting more Ole ole Oh may I say I never imagined this Back in the day Yeah, man I know I dreaming But soon I'll repeat that bar and I'll be reminiscing For now I gotta navigate my way avoiding prison My only route is people over phone that wanna listen Damn these people ain't make it easy I think the people for my hometown secretly hate me Well they ain't try to hide it Before I even play my music they ain't about it Blacks music way too violent I wanna make gangsta shit just to piss em off Talk about guns and drugs and play it in the malls Tell em how I fucked their daughter and I sent her home But she be wanting blacks kids she hitting up my phone See that's why I wanna go back to Kenya When I've been it's all love They treat the different nicer But that's a story for another chapta The life of a mazungu, compared to a nigga