Ken's Tacos

I used to talk to these four walls Right across from Dell Yager Lane Before Mary Jane I was rappin with Jasmine A little nigga with some hands Ain't no running we scrappin Nowadays i'm fighting majors For that platinum What happened? No Kids Next Doors Samurai Jack Johnny bravo Instead they gave us Steven Universe Adventure time Is just a regular show to the average Joe That's why you live your life on a plateau We ride slow Eyes wide open Still sippin potion Don't approach us Parking lot La Costa Nostra Reaching for the Toaster Mimosas and cinnamon crunch for brunch I don't really like to stunt Watching from the corner table Having meetings with my label I'm a cult leader Preaching ghetto gospel to fuck niggas My vision tinted Unrepresented in this rap game Pleasure to soul But it brought me so much fucking pain Lost to many homies tryna drift I'm in my lane Survived so much evil I need another bottle of champagne To drown these tears I faced my fears Nobody else was here was FunkGold told me to be honest About this shit so let me just Its kinda cold when you can't Call ya Mama Cause she accept her actions I'm not salty I'm just laughing Only time the world make sense is When I'm rapping Bring my niggas home Especially those rocking dogtags This must be fantasy If think my life ain't that bad I hate hospitals Bad Betty lost it I talking to Big E about Instrumentals That Summer On The Slab Made me so sad When I met Ohzart my life so dark Still producing on my balcony Don't This Shit Blame Monsters In The Closet DK, you brother I didn't stutter Please just use a rubbers When gets hard I think of Shanax Bars We just rockstars I had to change my pedigree When I met Bri Thinking about them days Back in Tennessee Makes mixtapes until the mic break Project IC So thank you Willinokis for the memory Before I was sippin D'usee It Hennessy Wood tips I was 19 with some srown man energy It was Just me T-E-M-P