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Okay, okay, okay, okay You ready? Yeah, easy Moreno papi loco, back to work, come and see me Got a taste of fame, but the flavor didn't intrigue me I am never gassed up, my drive been an EV Compliments are hollow, we ain't tricked when they treat me Drippin' livin' Fiji, peekin' at the cheat sheet How you wanna beat me? I am not competing Love it when they throw the salt, I add it to my seasoning I don't argue credit, homie, you can have it freely My Father sees me, and my glory comin' I don't need a nominee seat Anointed me with oil, yeah, yeah, I'm talkin' greasy Black AF1 energy, they tryna crease me Boy, this way too easy Y'all don't know the KB who I was back in B.C. My ex-man was a wolverine, I marveled that He freed me Used to want to roll in double R's, Puerto Ric' speech Up in PR, couple sweethearts, sippin' rum and kiwi I would live for the dreams of the top, believe me I was woken up, I couldn't speak, I heard the King's speech Christ Jesus got me through this bittersweetly I was down to die for this, so cancellin' is easy Did this here for years even when no one respected it All these knives in my back, I'll pro'ly build a set wit' it Healings set up backwards, so I don't stay upset wit' it Cross before the crown, yeah, I already accepted it Suffer for what's rights and honor, I am out here flexin' it You look way too Hollywood, boy, you too impressed wit' it How you yawn at God who made the stars through instant messages? God is in control, it's grace here ain't no manifestin' it K to the second it, I put my name on it, spell it, KB 6'2", when I'm prayin' on my knees, I look like eight feet This Jehovah Nissi, the serpent's underneath me I was down to die for this, your threats are way too- Come on, man, it's so easy! Good Huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh (WEARETHEGOOD, them boys so cold) Huh, huh, huh, huh (okay, yeah, yeah) Huh, huh, huh, huh (yeah) Okay, easy Moreno papi loco, back to work, come and see me Got a taste of fame, but the flavor didn't intrigue me I'm never gassed up, the squad an EV I'ma tell ya vision every time I'm on your TV Keep the P&L, the balance of my soul increasing HGA the law and I'm just rollin' through the precinct In Atlanta for the weekend, come and reach me Sippin' peach tea on Peachtree, it's me and Creezy Woo, yeah, I was down to die for this, apologies The unfollowings, that's a Bahama Breeze You can't ca-, you can't cancel God, is that a comedy? "KB, KB, they gon' kick you out," and I'm like, "Probably" (what?) I can't be PC, computer on my free speech I ain't talkin' DC, I'm talkin' Phillis Wheatley And with the pen to fight a whole world, you can be free Lovin' Jesus, yoke is light and the burden easy
Writer(s): Wesley Smith, Kevin Elijah Burgess, Ryan C Bert, Quinten Coblentz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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