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DIV (504) Lyrics by K.I.D

2018

May I...
Introduce myself I go by K. I. D. I be the G from round the way I
Really gotta say I’m
Hoping that I never see the the day I, gotta get a nigga who ain't pay I
Tragic, imagine sleeping with no mattress
With the bitches is the only time you ever see a catfish
You ain't even got a pot to cat piss in
Flipping the crack sick, six sensing these niggas is rats, snitching...
Blam shots on your man lady
Not talking straps, no diking the type that'll plan babies
So when I bust it's nuts on her ruts while her hands play me, then enough I bust again, but now shots on your man face, he better recognize
No Maury I check the lies
Techs, eyes stressed so bitch if you eating you better hide
Cuz when niggas want checks then they get to riding
Load techs for the cheddar, bet if you broke its your neck it's getting revised
I'm in my zone now...
Thieving, on my own now, so if we ain't even steven, I'm popping a chrome now
A loner... I roll wit no body, I’m like a ghost
If I go broke I'll used the heat to make bread, I'll pop the toast, cuz niggas hungry
Rip wallets and pockets out dungarees a man like peter pan would break and throw powder to fund his needs
Cuz, cuz when mama broke as a joke its hard to believe and pray when she would say we gonna be OK like the Thunder be
I digress…
All the pain I keep in my chest
Niggas backstab, the reason why I’m keeping my vest
Gold arms nigga this is Mitus
I flex on niggas, nigga you ain't even seeing my best
Royal blood gotta keep a highness
Better curves, never birds bitch I keep in high nests, it's the way that these words hit em I guess
Hit her nerves then it make her thighs stretch
Grip her perm hit her on her side next
I vent…
A Pharaoh who stress, but never care to whine
Barrels flyin, that's irrelevant long as Fairell’s fine
And mama know her sonny's no dummy bread wit a sparrow mind who dead these funny niggas and ship they bodies to Carolines
And mama hope that her sonny know how to sterilize words he out the dirty where niggas drop out at barely 5
Or sent home, give em AKs tell em get gone
I made As then they said I'm too smart for my skin tone…

Let that marinate…

Ironic must be light on your feet if you carry weight
Or heat, see what you missin like a bad clues is
Where we from is real and my nigga you kinda have to
Especially cuz, cops wanna vex you pull over check for drugs
Petty thugs, they wanna test you they tryna check ya mug
And frequently, more than just recently, gotta check the mud for kids in them cuz bitch they got zimmermans out who check for hoods
You got to, streets full of kickers, Ryu
Foes plot, lick a shot and they just hope they got you, dead
Got the feds interrogating, “it's not true!”
Mom's crying, nigga she just hoping it's not you…
Now she got blood on her Nikes
At the crib nigga it was drugs on the site
No good either
Whole hood caught jungle fever, niggas fell in love with the white cuz
Gotta make plays in this shit
Good weed, niggas getting blazed in this shit
This was everyday in this shit, It was Ks on the strip
Niggas shootin all day in this shit
Fuck nigga we was raised in this shit
No fades, gun play one spray leave ya face on ya hip
All day fiends in the hallway
Run the beef broad day, no fucks, see ya bay make her strip
Then hold her down, wild dipping through the town
Drown, sipping on the brown, crown living where the nights so cold
Freeze, please, niggas for the cheese squeeze triggas
Blickers sing on niggas and they life get stole
Like BLOW! Niggas gather round, light crowd
He was dark bullets peel him to the white, light brown too
Bound to, look at where they found you...
Iced, now them niggas got you fighting for your life, Round 2
And them killers bitch I was around too, tool gripping
Slipping ludes, tripping sipping brews screwed ooze dripping
Crude, snooze end up on the news missing, nipping witcha bitch in twos, twitching wishing she was wit the dude snipping
Nigga this is New Orleans, tools Smiff N’s, Chop City
Tool gripping, bitch you better have a Glock 50
Fuck 12! Grip and hit a cop quickly
For I die bitch I’m praying to Allah any day it's not with me
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