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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Kaniff
Kenneth Kaniff
Songwriter

Lyrics

You know, I think lyricism is important and all
But sometimes it's nice to have fun y'know? (Y-y-y-yessir!)
Y-y-y-y-y-yessir!
Y-y-y-y-y-yessir!
Turning out strong my strength is so great
Don't eat your veggies cause I'm cleaning off your plate
I'm staring down 4s while you're staring down 8s
You got the ball in the hole now you're losing the game
If you're at the top then your seat is still vacant
I might take it, but it's sacred
Try to save it, you might make it
But be ready for my smoke like a vape hit
Smack you in face and the card is now yellow
4 steps ahead and you're mad like mellow
Pulling up to class and the people say hello
My enemies see me and they quiver like jello
Sipping on water cause there's fire in the booth
I ain't no fairy but you're missing a tooth
Timmy Turner make a wish and I'm feeling like poof
If I had my way I'd be riding in a coupe
Y-y-y-y-y-yessir!
Y-y-y-y-y-yessir!
Y-y-y-y-y-yessir!
Y-y-y-y-y-yessir!
Grinding like a stone you see me on my mission
If you had the upper hand it's your pants that I'm pissing
All eyes on me it's my show and I'm spinning
Like yarn and you see me acting indifferent
Weird little kids saying that they need to fur up
You keep coming back cause you're smelling the syrup
Stupid little boy got a nose like gonzo
A little surgery will put you in a condo
You complain when you get yourself in trouble
Can't wait for the day you get popped like a bubble
You're easy to spot, I can see you like the Hubble
Took a new check now my cash is doubled
I fly on the beat, they call me Peter Pan
Flow so good, you can't hold it in your hands
I ain't on vsco so I ain't got bands
But I still get backup just like a stand
Y-y-y-y-y-yessir!
Y-y-y-y-y-yessir!
Y-y-y-y-y-yessir!
Y-y-y-y-y-yessir!
Ain't no telling how far I'll be going
You got a long way though you better keep rowing
Keep moving in my sea, you'll be swimming with the sharks
And then none of us could tell you apart
I drive on the beat, see me hitting the gas
I don't play smash, and it's you I might pass
Get out of my face, you're built like a tuba
Swimming through these bars, you can call me scuba
I ain't no catholic, that stuff never seemed fun
I'd ask you for communion but you ain't got nun
Pounce like a lion, you know that I'm a beast
Get her off your back, she belongs to the streets
A track of mine ends and you all start sobbing
Get off my case, it's my soul that you're robbing
Ain't got no logic but you sound like Bobby
You're trying to make it but I do this for a hobby
Y-y-y-y-y-yessir!
Y-y-y-y-y-yessir!
Y-y-y-y-y-yessir!
Y-y-y-y-y-yessir!
Written by: Kenneth Kaniff
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