[Intro: Kinga World]
Uh, yeah
Ain't no interlude
Said she in the mood
Grab my tennis shoes
People ask me questions like the police, no more interviews
Gin and juice
Sipping in the summer, in the winter too
Seen you staring at the kid like "whatchu tryna get into?"
Hit yo baby momma right before a nigga hit the booth
Granddad gave advice like this is how we did in ’62
[Verse 1: Kinga World]
You know that she's a freak, she want some dick and imma give it to her
I ain't say a word she said "you heard?", that hoe is from New York
Lawyеr fees, royalties, and I ain’t never been to court
Roll thе weed, more of trees, so you would think that this a forest
Swing my nuts while counting bucks, I'm Giannis to these muthafucks
Could you give me everything and more, I never ask for much
2016 We was having turkey sandwiches for lunch
Just me and Kenny, Jamisen, we all looked like The Brady Bunch
Yeah, riding the wave
High as a bitch like I'm flying to space
Back in the dorms we was sneaking in bitches
And bringing em up through the fire escape
Ain't no discussion, I'm making something from nothing
Even when a nigga is like 400 miles away
This is child's play
The world is my playground, always remember you gotta smile today
Believe in miracles you see I'm an eyewitness
Nothing lasts forever, the memories die with us
Minding my business trying to find which bitch is my interest
Nicotine in my system, the distance of picket fences, word
[Hook: Kinga World]
Yeah, Off-White on my sneakers yeah it's on tonight
Trust my gut in any instance either wrong or right
Yeah, made it this far nigga imma stay for good
Yeah, this one’s for the muthafuckin neighborhood
So pour it up, then throw it up
The cops roll by, go sober up
Fuck wrong with these niggas, ask your chick I bet she know what’s up
Wrote this rap while smoking Black and Mild, bumping Doja Cat (Lemme get sum)
And J. Cole, saying "no role models", bitch so ain't no going back (Lemme get sum)
[Verse 2: SULI & Kinga World]
Look, time for me to get back to myself cause I been living lost
I’m barely eating, I'm finding my chef cause steak bowls got a cost
I'm, barely breathing but I'm barely seeing the ways I’ll take a lost
Every action looking like a boss, my smile white cause I'm flossy
I know my niggas won't fold gon and take a look at your posse
I'm cold the world is so frosty, I show my pain like I'm Motley
Yah yah, the flow be so godly
Ta ta, the old me don't call me
Chest to chest with both girls, the best of both worlds
I'm groomed to pop like I'm Miley
Nigga we going for the improbable, making Ms, chasing impossible
Nigga scamming for the credit like college do
Nigga never let a bottom get on top of you
She squeeze, turn me on, nigga nozzle moves
Please please, turn it off shit awful dude
The flawless dude, nigga they call him "Cool Suli"
Your bitch never knew just wanted to consume me, bitch
Yeah, consume me, the new eats
Who's having beef with a nigga getting blue cheese
Too deep, finna drown in a room of loose leaves
I'm like Spike Lee see my life is a movie
If I had a twin, she would still choose me
You the next man up, may I ask who's he
St. Louis is the home, Kinga is unruly
And I'm known as the 2022 Tunechi, me and Suli
(Hook)
[Verse 3: Kinga World]
It's fuck the world until my dick falls off
Suburban kid, I remember when I used to get called soft
Like it was my choice to be a part of the circumstances I lived in
No handouts, this wasn't given, I handle all my decisions
A candlelight in a dark room, come and follow the leader
Use Kinga to get your streams up, just call for a feature
It's all or nothing tonight girl, I offer to eat her
I'm taking them drawers off, and she's bald like an eagle
And people don't believe I deserve all my accolades
They would rather see a nigga pass away
But won't happen, K
Cause nigga I'm good, I don't have to touch money like Apple Pay
I'm turning passion into purpose
So deep and I barely scratched the surface
Rap god how I'm rapping on these verses
Dream big but you have to be determined, my turn then
Whatever happened to wanting to be a doctor
Influenced by the TV his posture is getting softer, look
Who's gonna tell him you're gonna have to be proper
Impress the white man until you feel like an imposter, word
Top tier acting I got an Oscar
She's hopped on every roster
Get crossed like her name was Crawford
Yeah, yeah
Okay, yeah
He's a neighborhood hero, nigga
