Lyrics:
album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you
been right there as well
It always go away after time passes by
So stick around and try
to the world
As my first studio album
All made in a college apartment closet
I go by DIEGEAUX
And I hope that if you're listening to this
That we can get to know
passion, anything that could equal some satisfaction
Looking for love at the end of this Hen bottle
Looking for pub', let me pen your next album
Call from
ain't stopping anytime soon until I reach it
Throw your Js on, go out with your friends
Try to socialise, best weather we've had all year
Put a vinyl on,
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
down
Hard in the paint like Shaq
Hard in the paint like Penny
We go harder than Jack
We go harder than Kenny
Hard in the paint like Pat
Hard in the paint
already spit it
This my 15th album, I'm havin' fun wit'chu critics
Everythin' you doin kid we already did it
If rap was a toilet, I woulda already shit it
My first, album was dope but ain't, get no play
We smoked out, with them MLX's
I'm underground but I sold records, for you SoundScan freaks
CNN,
and you straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's
straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's
When
2015 Kenny released an album
A nigga met her and told her she was a butterfly
The rhymes scheme is clear
She met a pimp
Her first client was my nigga
What's up y'all, it's Trip C
You already know, this that Murder joint
We got Shanga on this bitch
We got Wesley on this bitch
We got Kenny
paid
Let’s go
How about that how we feeling party people
What you think you’re through Hahaha nah you got more partyin to do let’s go
In the studio
grip go
And played the piano keys
Couldn't even see
Boxed in by a fantasy
Scared of real love
You're dead by your destiny
Now shuffling around
Shaking
your head {*BLAM*}
I got a special guest for y'all
He go by the name of Drag dash, get 'em man!
Guess who's back in your building ya big pimping
Um, you're such a fuckin' loser
He ain't even go to class, Bueller
Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back
'Member she had that bad hip
we're friendly
One snake in the ends is one too many
Listen
The life we live is shocking locked in
Grind till we're down in that coffin
No fumez but we
Whoa Kenny
Listen, I keep heat, yeah
We're out on these streets, yeah
Keep ones on my feet, yeah
We duck on police, yeah
Eat up, we do feasts, yeah
know Kweiku
You can't smoke me, I don't rate you
Man I told these niggas that it's album time and it'll probably go gold on my debut
I was on a BMX
makeup
Unless you want it
Baby that's fine with me
Headed on a road trip
Let's go let's go
Watchin' every town we dip on past
You're in charge
to no good the whole world would ask us
And when the girls would walk by we would try to catch their eye
And if they didn't show face we would act
Ha ha
Hehehe
Ahhh yeah
You know some folks are gonna love this one
Cause we going back
Back into time
Let's go
Rollin down the streets we steering
Yeah, TS, yeah, uhh
Yo, yo
Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut
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