Lyrics:
living and I'm never giving in
I got life by the throat, and this suckers givin in
I hear the lies your tellin, as if I'm gonna give
bull's eye
The kid don't play
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby
surround
Tearin' through towns, turn 'em into burial grounds
This is the track that made Theodore wanna scratch
The track that caused the first kid
their soul
They love my accent, they love my passion
They love my romance and they love my swag
And they want me to love em but I’m not capable of it
I
(I'm out of seasoning)
No spring chickens, summer romance novel writer could win a prize
It's Nobel, go to hell in a riding vehicle that he winterized
I
to those people that's just callin' it karma?
I ain't gotta say shit to 'em, it's the balance of life
You gotta through love and hell if you want it
don't know about grinding my dog
I put my life in my art
My life on the line for my marge
Real rap, she put life in my heart
I give nothing less
If
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
claim rogue
Enflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression love
Chemical imbalanceship, paranoia
My scientist fiction, I kick space raps that's down
of fake love
Fake people, spreading lies
Who I must stay away from
Who really by my side
Who really gone ride
If they take me from my kids
Would you pull
a beautiful world, can I please stay in it?
Life it goes by in a New York minute
There's wild roses still blooming in me
I'm gone in my head on a dream
[Featuring Charli Baltimore]
(Kid Capri)
Yes indeed What the deal
This is the world famous Kid Capri
up here wit my man Joey Crack
Joey
here we go
Just give me my dough and do
The show then I'm outtie yo!
Runnin' in the back seat
Sippin' on the Guinness
Fuckin' with a MAC-10 ready to be
the
Kid from Hell’s Kitchen
I’m a better me than him
So shout out to big homie
Hope he see this shit, yeah
My confidence is ambitious but not delusional
Spittin' like a lake in hell
But bitches like my God
Plus niggas flicking lenses on
Me like a tripod
'Cuz they know there's only one eye
Like cyclops
You
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
like I'm tryna get my rocks off
The pretty girl's ugliest friend couldn't cockblock
Glock-load, I give 'em both barrels like lockstock
Now it's on top
corn
I'm so violent and sick in the head
I can't tell if I want to kill my ops or fuck 'em
Zaza got me feeling like everything going to be alright
thank you for that
All the pain i feel is put in all of my tracks
A nigga move as one i do not role with a gang
Someone bring me down i will not give em
yeah, you wildin' kid
Free, all my young niggas in that cell
Exotic bags in, you can tell by the smell
Got another backend
yeah, my pockets gone' swell
tempted by women at times
It's like being the king of the hill
Surrounded by dimes but that's the least of
My trials and tribulations (what)
Handle
wanna borrow kid
Cause they see I got a chain and had ice man way before marvel did
I ain't liar man i spit fire man and ya girl slid down my pole like
Give me that energy
Hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah
I feed off your energy
Hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah mad energy
Who you know that can lift a
Crowd
the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my Beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
Show them
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