I was scared to write a verse because I knew that I was speaking from a Broken Place,

So if I'm solid in a room its because you don't relate

Or it's cause n***as say Love but I know it's fake.

What if I kicked it with opps because I know it's hate?

Let's keep it real for once.

Cause I ain't never seen you n***as at my shows,

I ain't never ever kicked it with you hoes,

That's on the dead homies.

I ain't never told you n***as 'bout my goals,

I ain't never told you b****es you was chose,

except who laying on me.

She stayed the night when they cut off the lights.

Came to the crib to wash my ass when they cut off the gas.

Shout out to... I ain't met nobody realer.

I'm a dip you down in diamonds and the glitter and the fancy chin-chilla.

Get a crib out in the villa, I'm a give you the world.

Cause when everybody gave excuses I could turn to my girl.

That's real.

I was scared to write a verse cause I knew I was speaking from a Broken Place.

I told my pops "this shit would work"

He said, "no it can't", with no restraint,

I, started from the corner of the basement,

Made to the papers from the pavement, Wastland.

Five years ago I wanted to rap,

Started producing for myself because I just want it to slap.

Today I'm only talking business and goals getting accomplished.

My three favorite words is gross, net and profit.

Oh yeah, he poppin' but f**k the clout.

I rather focus on something else I give a f**k about.

I could've died five times if I chose to count.

I'm trying to reach my highest frequency that's how much life mean to me.

Shit, I'll do that on the EP,

And I ain't even trying to shine,

Cause I'm a do that on the TV.

So fix ya face and shut ya eyelids hatin' ass n***a cause this ain't the last time you'll have to see me.

The wasteland warrior, Killa City Poster Child.

Colors coming up cause he the realest one to hold it down.

You can go around and ask for the credentials.

I'm "KC" forreal, n***a check the initials.

I'm home.