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Kedd Kanan

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Middle fingers up to the feds
Many men say they want me dead
Run it up til the very end
It's all about paper my nigga
I pop smoke for the dividends
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like Ayyee
Counting money, making plays, push the whip like, Skeert
That's yo bitch, she ride the dick with both hands up like, Whoo
Fully loaded aimed at your dome, If you want smoke like, Brrtt Bahh
I'm sick and tired of violence I been secluded on a island
Vibin' by my lonesome I been hiding
Cause I move low key don't mean I'm frightened
I just keep my business private
That's a private life, on a private plane
I can't even name the pilot
Hop off the jet, i might have jet lag but that's yet to be decided
Smoke Marry Jane get back on the plane but nahh this time I'm not flying
I break down the tree and get the highest
That loud so good it's got me silent
I done got so high I stopped replying
I told the play I'm on the way but he already knows I'm lying
Counting money got me occupied is that good or bad timing
Killing beats verbal homicide every time I get to writing
That hit stick goes a hundred yard like it's playing for the Titans
These niggas say they wanna kill me but that's very unlikely
Don't make death threats you might excite me
I'll spark a stick quick just like some lightning
Gotta gun so big it looks surprising
Leave a nigga shell shocked cause I'm not fighting
You don't want that real beef cause you gone have to kill me
Your best bets to duck, turn and run, cause I'll kill me a nigga
Middle fingers up to the feds
Many men say they want me dead
Run it up til the very end
It's all about paper my nigga
I pop smoke for the dividends
Bullet proof like I'm fifty-cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like Ayyye
Counting money, making plays, push the whip like, Skeerrt
That's yo bitch, she ride the dick with both hands up like, Whooo
Fully loaded aimed at your dome, If you want smoke like, Brrt Bahh
Many men say they want me dead
But those same men used to be my friends
Good vibes came to an end
And now I'm not sparing these niggas
F*ck that I ain't scared of these niggaz
I'll kill yo ass if you threatening me nigga
I'm ten toes down to the ground
Until they come bury me nigga
I've never been scared to die
So fucking with me is like committing suicide
Cat like reflexes with the nine, like I'm living my eighth life
Quick to pull a trigger, bullets hit and split ya
Like he was swisher, he thought it was sweet until I made him bitter
Shots to his body fucking up his liver
Send out ammunition til it gets delivered
But I'm really not trynna known as a killer
I been keeping the peace
But them killers around gone stay with a missile
Heavy artillery for any nigga trynna kill me with a pistol
Shoot as far as I can see, with accuracy
They will, but I won't miss you
You don't want that real beef cause you gone have to kill me
Your best bets to duck, turn and run, cause I'll kill me a nigga
Middle fingers up to the feds
Many men say they want me dead
Run it up til the very end
It's all about paper my nigga
I pop smoke for the dividends
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like Ayyee
Counting money, making plays, push the whip like, Skeerrt
That's yo bitch, she ride the dick with both hands up like, Whoo
Fully loaded aimed at your dome, If you want smoke like, Brtt Bahh

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