K.i.D and Mr. Man - Been There Before lyrics

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K.i.D and Mr. Man - Been There Before lyrics

[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*