"Kiba" lyrics
(feat. Goosebytheway & SK da King)
[Goosebytheway:]
Uh
You feel me?
Ha
God way, nigga
God gave me this gift
Can't no nigga tell me different, ain't no making wishes
Manufactured in the kitchen, learned to play traditions
Been a dime in the dirt, that's for a while now
Control your self, you need to calm down
Fly thoughts'll have you bleeding in coach
I think you're hiding out
The simulation make 'em wired down
Your homie square, we thinking pie now
With the flick of a wrist, the AP's on my time now
They thinking how we 'gon stop 'em
Put the ball in my court 'cause sure, I'm gon' pop it
It ain't no other option
We got this shit knotted like a baby chute
I'm just a monster, what they made me to
You flinch, see what you made me do
They call me Mr. Buy 'Em All, I'm selling 'em whole
Ain't no problem breaking a bitch if she breaking the code
Keeping Daringer production in the safe and it's cold
And it's a cold case, we known for leaving faces in bowls
[?] your baby while you taking a stroll
It's just a life
It's some rules you abide by, you play it right
Know my homie tried to rob my other homie, change his life
Came at his kids, raped his wife
He no stranger to this life
Went to jail for a nigga gun, he knew he wasn't right
Difference, ten years, he took the nigga life
Married his bitch, raised his daughter just like she was his
But fuck that family shit, my nigga, he sell all them bricks
[SK da King:]
Yeah, look, I wake up to 'caine and bells
Ks and shells, janky cells, crazy smells
It's just another day in hell
This game is stale
It's like you get to trained to fail
Dudes lame as hell
Girls just want you to pay for nails
All it do is rain in hell
Feel like I can't excel
Feel like I can't excel
Shit, I can't control my anger well
You can't look at my face and tell, I just play it well
I could go on to [?] 'bout these gangster tales
From taking Ls to taking yola water pot, baking soda make it swell
Send them bitches off, I pray it sell
This on a major scale
This my shit, it break a scale
This shit like tryna weigh a well
One hit 'gon ring your bells
Gotta keep away from twelve cause these paper trails
Lead you straight to jail
Years in the same old cell, tell these ain't nothing to save for real
I stand tall, you niggas Asian males
You putting them on track, I'm tryna make the train derail
We catch you slipping with baby girl
Let 50 go like Dave Chappelle
Turn snakes to snails
That's how it happen when these things unveil, yeah
Uh
You feel me?
Ha
God way, nigga
God gave me this gift
Can't no nigga tell me different, ain't no making wishes
Manufactured in the kitchen, learned to play traditions
Been a dime in the dirt, that's for a while now
Control your self, you need to calm down
Fly thoughts'll have you bleeding in coach
I think you're hiding out
The simulation make 'em wired down
Your homie square, we thinking pie now
With the flick of a wrist, the AP's on my time now
They thinking how we 'gon stop 'em
Put the ball in my court 'cause sure, I'm gon' pop it
It ain't no other option
We got this shit knotted like a baby chute
I'm just a monster, what they made me to
You flinch, see what you made me do
They call me Mr. Buy 'Em All, I'm selling 'em whole
Ain't no problem breaking a bitch if she breaking the code
Keeping Daringer production in the safe and it's cold
And it's a cold case, we known for leaving faces in bowls
[?] your baby while you taking a stroll
It's just a life
It's some rules you abide by, you play it right
Know my homie tried to rob my other homie, change his life
Came at his kids, raped his wife
He no stranger to this life
Went to jail for a nigga gun, he knew he wasn't right
Difference, ten years, he took the nigga life
Married his bitch, raised his daughter just like she was his
But fuck that family shit, my nigga, he sell all them bricks
[SK da King:]
Yeah, look, I wake up to 'caine and bells
Ks and shells, janky cells, crazy smells
It's just another day in hell
This game is stale
It's like you get to trained to fail
Dudes lame as hell
Girls just want you to pay for nails
All it do is rain in hell
Feel like I can't excel
Feel like I can't excel
Shit, I can't control my anger well
You can't look at my face and tell, I just play it well
I could go on to [?] 'bout these gangster tales
From taking Ls to taking yola water pot, baking soda make it swell
Send them bitches off, I pray it sell
This on a major scale
This my shit, it break a scale
This shit like tryna weigh a well
One hit 'gon ring your bells
Gotta keep away from twelve cause these paper trails
Lead you straight to jail
Years in the same old cell, tell these ain't nothing to save for real
I stand tall, you niggas Asian males
You putting them on track, I'm tryna make the train derail
We catch you slipping with baby girl
Let 50 go like Dave Chappelle
Turn snakes to snails
That's how it happen when these things unveil, yeah
