SKED
Kenny Mason, Denzel Curry
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Damn, nigga (yeah) (He's heating up) Damn, nigga (yeah) Damn, nigga (yeah) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Damn, nigga I don't trust nobody because some want me to suffer (suffer) Even Jesus called a nigga out on his last supper (Judas) Tell it like it is 'cause I don't st-st-st-stutter (stutter) All these Jamaican shottas tell your crew, "Go suck your modda" (baow) What could you do, huh? Try me, they put you in suits, huh, huh You is a fluke, huh, I blew your bitch like a flute, huh, huh With all the shit that I seen, this water so sick as a flu, huh, huh Treatin' my people like animals, bitch, I grew up in the zoo, huh, huh Monkey fist mix with Bruce Lee kicks, you get your kufi split (huh, yeah) Sleep on this, I gotta ask Bill Cosby if he roofied this (uh) It's ludicrous, I'll be lit forever 'til I say I'm fuckin' through with this Snatch your power from you 'cause you don't know what to do with it And I said what I said (bitch) Bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (you scary) I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (doot-doot-doot) I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (the feds) I'm about my family, God, business, and my bread And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (you scared) I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (brrt) I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (feds) I'm about my family, God, business, and my bread (bitch) Power Ranger Glock, bullets came in different colors (brrt) Bitch, the crib I'm in got more sticks than acupuncture Ain't on safety, press to coverage, who in the f*ck he think he pressin'? Tryna convince the press you tough will get you pussies pressed in public Gimme the loot, shoot, bullets at enemy troops I got more arms than a centipede but he still'll get beat like he sendin' me loops Shitted on any attempt to keep Ken in a kennel, the criminals finna get loose Niggas is cinnamon, send him in food Lord, if he play, I'ma send 'em to you, split up in two (boom) F*ck a truce, we was tuckin' tools, headin' to Sunday school Bitch, I go where the funds come in twos, no, and it's not with you Hunnid racks on your noggin if I'm online and notice your comments rude (uh) Tryna act like you scared, nigga, you said what you said And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (you scary) I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (doot-doot-doot) I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (the feds) I'm about my family, God, business, and my bread And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (you scared) I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (brrt) I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (feds) I'm about my family, God, business, and my bread (bitch)
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Written by: Denzel Rae Don Curry, Edwin Kenneth Green
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