[Verse 1: K.i.D]
Alright, well it's 'K' dot, 'I' dot, 'D' dot, who blam!
Hotter than a motherf**in' boot camp in Sudan!
OOH DAMN!
They say I'm a nuisance
And my girl says that I don't know how to do sh**
But obstacles of opta, opta, opta, optical illusions, don't see 'em
Bums want me to be like them
But I won't be 'em
Because I got that optimist improvement
When my sh** gets weak, I transform to some new sh**
Form my own beats, I'm domestic abusive
Elusive
And you know that I'm highly exclusive
Doggy
And you should, call me when your life's not super boring
Yea-Yea-Yeah you might get high a lot, but that don't mean you soaring, no
K.i.D. and I'm k**ing this flow
No blow and I let sh** go
All you haters got no edge, like the letter 'O'
Aye this the master of the ba** and the treble
If you took a elevator, still could not get on my level
But don't worry, dog...
[Instrumental]
K.i.D talking: And I know what y'all gon' do
[Verse 2: K.i.D]
Yeah, and I'm with Mr. motherf**in' Man
n***a damn, what you thought?
I don't know
I just keep on going in, geronimo!
And I ain't got a leprechaun, but I got a pot o' gold
I remember days when everything that I had was old
Including my food
'HUH?!'
'Well that's nasty.'
But hey it's true
I only ate in school
But now I break the rules, and I steal that sh** anyways
Cause I got dollars, but I remember the penny days
But anyways, who remembers the penny safe?
Cause I do
All them damn trash bags of clothes they provide you
Or having fake, whatever you can imagine, (yeah)
I had some damn Jordans that were made of all plastic
Yeah that sh** was drastic
Running in some shoes that are nowhere elastic, (uh-huh)
Running like a cat n' sh**, (damn)
Yeah that sh** s**s but somehow I made it better
It won't be like this forever
Come on pull yourself together, cause I been there...
[Sample]
Mr. Man & K.i.D talking:
K.i.D: And Mr. Man I know you remember those f**ing bummy Jordans!
Mr. Man: Yeah, I remember them f**ing Jordans that used to.. chip! How did the tape fall off those f**ing shoes?!
(Laughing)
[Verse 3: Mr. Man]
Uh alright, alright
Well K.i.D. I feel you boy
I'm feeling hella Laced Up!
Lace is a belt, when I walk up in the party, these hoes can't help they-self
Only thing on my mind is music, money, weed, Sour D
Grinding until we get it
Ain't a damn thing in this life for free
We been there
Back when there was nowhere to record
Been there, computer mic, laptop on the floor
And man that's real sh**
And that's what some of these rappers fail to realize is the realness
Am I mad? Just a little bit, it's cool though
So high I'm on Pluto
That was just a weed joke
To me, life is just a bunch of free throws, I'm taking shots
Hopefully I'll be two-for-two
You Milli Vanilli, y'all one and done
Better look out cause here we come
Females, I'm chasing none
Mr. Man with no misses, just a mistress
Tell these b**hes that I'm married to my motherf**in' business
(What??)
I said I'm Mr. Man with no misses, just a mistress
Tell these b**hes that I'm married to my motherf**in' business
K.i.D as my witness. (Yeah)
[Sample]
Mr. Man talking : All y'all n***as that's falling in love with these messy-a** broads...
*K.i.D raises his hand*
*Mr. Man laughing*