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KD
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Hip-Hop/Rap
KD was released on October 2, 2015 by Mass Appeal as a part of the album Hate Me Now
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Release DateOctober 2, 2015
LabelMass Appeal
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rico Suave
Rico Suave
Producer

Lyrics

B-b-beg your pardon, I ain't at the garden
I'm a Harlem ****, I'm at Dyckman
My favorite shooter had to switch states
Tryna stay low from indictments
I've been the same **** since diapers
Same **** with no license
Same **** caught the train, ****
Now I'm getting brain from your wifey
You need a pass just to come 'round
I need that Rolly face, bust down
Tryna chill 'cause it's Ramadan
But I kill these **** when that sun down
I ain't cool unless a gun 'round
You can lose your life over one pound
Take my time in the trap stressing
I'm baggin' up in the rush now
Fuck what you thought, this not L.A.
So we ain't driving by, we gon' pull up and park
Catch you at the light, make it get dark
In the night with bitches taking it off
I'm just tryna get my cake up
My bitch bad with no makeup
Gunning for you got a hungry lawyer
Go up in the court and chew the case up
Bully prolly pull a Wraith up
I been thinking about that ghost shit
I'm retarded when it come to cops
On my Mama, I don't know shit
On my Mama, I done sold nicks
Not a liar, never sold bricks
If they raid the crib, **** don't snitch
Everybody get it, I got no pics
Trey pound, that's a KD
Pray to God they don't take me
Rolex or a A.P.
.226 with no safety
Get some work and hit the road
We was hustling in the cold
Feel it when it hits your nose
Waking up with different hoes
Trey pound, that's a KD
Pray to God they don't take me
Rolex or a A.P.
.226 with no safety
Get some work and hit the road
We was hustling in the cold
Feel it when it hits your nose
Waking up with different hoes
Trey pound, that's a KD
I ain't showing up, they don't pay me
Been nice since skate key
These bitches onto me lately
Telling me that I look good
Telling me that I smell nice
This YSL plus sour D
Still on my mom's for that bail price
Play ball and I played the trap
I can tell you 'bout what them scales like
Had a celly with a bunk bed
I can tell you 'bout what them jails like
Cop shit before he hit the streets
You still waiting for that cell price
Stepped on and get dismissed
We like big fish, talking whale type
.45, that's a comeback
East river where they dump that
Had breakfast on Lennox Ave.
Got a flight to Vegas where lunch at
My younging got it, he can pump that
My homie hit it, I don't want that
Hate a bitch that never got her own
Always asking **** where the blunts at
.33, that's a Scott Pip
Foreign bitch up in the drop six
Thinkin' when I couldn't cop shit
I would trap in Queens, Fetty Wap shit
Rockstar need a mosh pit
Live a thug life on some Pac shit
Fly **** need a cockpit
You ain't fuckin' with me, you can watch this
Trey pound, that's a KD
Pray to God they don't take me
Rolex or a A.P.
.226 with no safety
Get some work and hit the road
We was hustlin' in the cold
Feel it when it hits your nose
Waking up with different hoes
Trey pound, that's a KD
Pray to God they don't take me
Rolex or a A.P.
.226 with no safety
Get some work and hit the road
We was hustlin' in the cold
Feel it when it hits your nose
Waking up with different hoes
Trey pound, that's a KD
Trey pound, that's a KD
Trey pound, that's a KD
Trey pound, that's a KD
Trey pound, that's a KD
Trey pound, that's a KD
Trey pound, that's a KD
Trey pound, that's a KD
Written by: David Brewster
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