[Verse 1: Kaysinners]
It figures that I'm wearing black. Tinted with facts , I fiddle with diamonds and packs ain't talking bout carrying straps. I never was wack. I come to your face with a bat. Only do it if it ain't one on one. Not the type to be pulling guns. I never even f**ing shot a gun. But I have some darkness that will make em run. With my fist I can make it so gorier. Come with the vest like if I am a warrior. Stomp on your face just to make you a
Courier. Catch you telling your god "I want to be holier". I'm right here got time for no games. Trust me I don't have feelings to play, real mutha f**as know what I am saying. All the haters can't leave cause I told em I'm staying. Ima big boss, ima boss up. All rappers getting washed up, many phonies and their times up . Cause they straight p**y but they talk "Tough". And I rap good and it's not luck. And I don't collab cause ya rhymes s**. Always talking about p**y , weed and money or repping gangs like if you been gunning but you not gunning. You ain't get caught so you been running. Real k**as in jail cause they did something but you out in public saying you did something but you did nothing . Ha, I'm tired of lames. Kaysinners already rising to fame. Cause bars so hot like the sunniest days
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So let me tell you when you ask me where I'm at , I'm right here