Rasta (feat. Teevio)

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Kid Kenny

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Eg thats a gg
Your daddy's money bought you all that shit yeah you can keep it
Your girl got ran through by the whole city, yeah you can keep her
I ran through tracks, on tracks they startin' to say I'm undefeated
If this gets out the'll understand it, then some shit get heated
I'm the one and only, Kenden Dias , I'm gettin' too conceited
I remember I used to be on E, not knowing if I'll make it home
Now I pull to my gate, CSC waitin' when I make it home
I crash the Z and cop some German, need to hear it vroom
I sweep them up, my pad is deadly, tell them get the broom
I got that dog, it's deep in my blood down to my chromosome
Duffel bag to take me out for you, you need to get a loan
To much pride in my heart, they know it's me and I just let it know
I took some pills, my mind be racin', it's too hard to sleep
I brought her shoping she wanna be like me, bust down Philippe
I hit the bank, threw five hundred his face and told him he can keep
I turn my cheek when you pull up and it ain't worth to speak
Hop up out the plane, check the lineup, check the roster
All you niggas playin', lookin' funny like impostors
They all dread to face up with me, I ain't talkin' rastas
They got no funds, they buns no Sesame, no Oscar
What's it cost ya? Steak came with a lobster
I live in they brain, can't complain, I thought I lost ya
Slouchin' niggas see me, then they fix they posture
Shit your bitch see me up on stage, you know you lost her
I'm round one typin' GG, you never stood a chance
Put you in a trance, nigga, this your last dance
I'm in high demand, niggas old news, on demand
Fix the whip and get it slammed, Came this far ain't need a hand
F*ck it, let's go song for song, he ain't want the band for band
Yeah, that nigga from the strand, 401, but I expand
I just spit into the mic, they face light up, like I'm the man
I ain't never said I'm him, I just do it like I am
Hop up out the plane, check the lineup, check the roster
All you niggas playin', lookin' funny like impostors
They all dread to face up with me, I ain't talkin' rastas
They got no funds, they buns no Sesame, no Oscar
What's it cost ya? Steak came with a lobster
I live in the brain, can't complain , I thought I lost ya
Slouchin' niggas see me, then they fix they posture
Shit, your bitch see me up, on stage, you know you lost her

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