Consequence - The Kumate lyrics

[Intro] Uhhh Turn me up Its the cons fool Word [Hook] Them fools bleed just like us So show them where you come from Queens Thevin' n***as done son Them fools bleed just like us So show them where you come from I promise that there will be blood Them fools bleed just like us So show them where you come from Queens Thevin' n***as done son Them fools bleed just like us Uhh So welcome to the Kumate [Verse one] Lately I'v been black and ball we ain't serving catfish I just want what I deserve up out this rap sh** And the son that may seem quite audacious And soon you'll get the picture like I've sent it though Snapfist They Facts is I defied what they all say I get pounds from Jay-Z and Party with Beonce Suffice what you say I've done came along way From when I've gotten arrested on the subway like Devante And now they all say I keep the weight throe And the phone calls comein' in we like DJhero They askin' could ya could ya could ya Cut out all that beefin' like you was bu*tcha And stop punking these fools like Ashton Kutcher But should you put your feet in my 23's You wouldn't be bereaved until you see somebody bleed Yes indeed the flow is uncanny Cus you see the bittchin n***as before they become a tranny So weather you chasidy or cha** There's a chance your getting stabbed By the knife wielding maniac In front of tonight's building I can't take you light untill you pay your light bill kid The only blank I want to see filled in is on a check Renting out in the amount of one million [Hook] [Verse two] Y'all belong in the waste paper basket Me I chase paper to the casket So the number one question they have been asking Yo cons is it really that drastic Of course it is for that paper and plastic Mayback, Ferrari, and even that Aston Martin music my hearts not confused with the peater partor culices I don't care who it is Didas call and Vidas callin' But the beat of mad rapper was dias callin' So these are the kind of tricks we not fallin' for So tell the Peter Parkers and Clark Kents And have my hommie harry slap on some darker tints But that ain't enough for the bounty hunter Who listened to his lost tapes and found his hunger And realized if you want to wear the crown my summer You got to show the fans the truth up out these motherf**ers Cause they deserve answers instead of backstabs Since I'm done with that logo like the Gatbag And it ain't about promo when I lunge jabs But you ain't going to have me like hammer on no punching bag Nahh I throw hay makers at you Clay Akins Because For my eggs and bacon I cum harder than a b**h with her leg shaking [Hook]