[Verse 1: KIL]
Never been a beggar always been a trend setter
Life's a b**h, been a minute since I met her
Skated down main roads sipping Arizona tea
Phony rappers making paper because making lies are free
k**ing more rappers than makers at winery's
I tell em stop, cops looking for your pops
See him drunk as f** but you see 'em let him off
That's the reason youngins destroying their inner thoughts
I don't give a f** I call em all out
b**hes start to like me when a K on my follower count
The game, starting to feel migraines from it
I'ma be the prince of rap till my reign plummet
She say she a fan but just bump to 1 track
She say it's cuz some are too whack
Although I don't know how long this flow will last me, sh**
I scoff in her face, proceed to ask the b**h
[Hook 4x:$ensei Neo]
Have you heard, have you, have you, have you heard?
[Verse 2: Sid Nair & KIL]
I was walking through the campus
Socks off, barefoot, minus the camp and it's just us
Nair on the AMG sh** we don't f** with nobody else
I mean, I mean it's just us
She might not f** with me anymore, but her mom still think I'm the motherf**ing best
They asked if she's a part of my life I said nah
They f**ed with me when my last name Nair not Gop
(Just stop)
So goodness goddamn do I dare to attest
Hold up this is my story, my sh** (my sh**) AMG my squad my clique, my clique
This my sound you heard? (You heard)
From the top of my lungs, to the bottom of the basement
The type of sh** when you hear you sit back and cry in amazement
Outta school but I still got cla**
Waiting for a Christian girl, she at ma**
Bumping our sh** in the car, key on the dash
No need to ask bars are the only thing that I have
Spittin' this sh** while she lie in the gra**
Snakes in my lawn I gotta roll over them
Snakes in my lawn I gotta roll over them
(KIL)
Skating with Sid we boutta roll over them
Don't f** with me now, I'm pa**ed this sh**
I scoff in her face, proceed to ask the b**h
[Hook 4x]
[Verse 3: KIL & Sid Nair]
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my God damn,(oh my god damn!)
My words so complex, it's driving them crazy like a mental asylum
Their big break is when my pencil go silent
They lookin' at me tell me I am the man
b**h I know but wha- what is the plan if you ain't taking glory what's to they they don't understand oh no no
They can't help but to hand me my props
They lying like a crack fiend screaming the rocks planted by cops
I been cooking up tracks but that ain't ya business
They say I had no gift since last Christmas
I'm flexin' on the people that said Sid ain't sh**
I'm flexin' on the people that said Sid ain't sh**
Run it back boy you gon' treat that sh**? The music, the medicine hoping you don't get sick
I been cooking up tracks but that ain't ya business
They say I had no gift since last Christmas
I know you ain't hip to this sh** but I'm teaching and cla** is dismissed
I can't help myself but to ask the b**h