SKED (feat. Kenny Mason)

Damn, nigga (He's heating up) Damn, nigga Damn, nigga Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy Damn, nigga I don't trust nobody because some want me to suffer (suffer) Even Jesus called a nigga out on his last supper (Judas) Tell it like it is 'cause I don't st-st-st-stutter (stutter) All these Jamaican shottas tell your crew "Go suck your mother" (baow) What could you do, huh? Try me, they put you in suits, huh, huh You is a fluke, huh I blew your bitch like a flute, huh, huh With all the shit that I seen This water so sick as a flu, huh, huh Treatin' my people like animals Bitch, I grew up in the zoo, huh, huh Monkey fist, miss with Bruce Lee kicks You get your kufi split (uh, yeah) Sleep on this, I gotta ask Bill Cosby if he roofied this (uh) This is ludicrous I'll be lit forever 'til I say I'm fuckin' through with this Snatch your power from you 'Cause you don't know what to do with it And I said what I said (bitch) Bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (scared) I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (doot-doot-doot) I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (the feds) I'm about my family, God, business and my bread And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (scared) I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Brrt) I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (feds) I'm about my family, God, business, and my bread (bitch) Power Ranger Glock, bullets came in different colors (brrt) Bitch, the crib I'm in got more sticks than acupuncture Ain't on safety, press to coverage Who in the fuck he think he pressin'? Tryna convince the press you tough will get you pussies pressed in public Gimme the loot, shoot, bullets at enemy troops I got more arms than a centipede But he still'll get beat like he sendin' me loops Shitted on any attempt to kill Ken And I can't let no criminals finna get loose Niggas is cinnamon, send him in food Know if he play 'em, I send 'em to yous, split up in two Fuck a truce, we was tuckin' tools, headin' to Sunday school Bitch, I go where the funds come in twos No, and it's not with you Hundred racks on your noggin If I'm online and notice your comments rude (uh) Tryna act like you scared, nigga, you said what you said And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (scared) I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (doot-doot-doot) I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (the feds) I'm about my family, God, business, and my bread And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (scared) I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (brrt) I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (feds) I'm about my family, God, business, and my bread (bitch)