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Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kévod Kouamé
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kévod Kouamé
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kévod Kouamé
Producer
Lyrics
Don't take my kindness (kindness)
Kindness for a weakness (weakness)
Don't dress up to impress (true)
You don't got no advantage (advantage)
You aiming for the belt (belt)
Gon' play then be my guest (guest)
But that game play ain't even finesse (huh)
Love the way that you slip in that mess (mess)
Like a butterfly stuck in a net
Check the tree up 'fore you nest
Ain't no telling you who comin' next
I won't trust if you speak from the chest
All them lies they come up to your neck
I'm a man of my word I confess
Being tired of you ain't no flex
Ain't no payment that came with interest
In other words say that you blessed
Windsor like Rio the best
My counterparts they all play chess
In French, we call it écheque
Like their hating game with no success
Like batters they line up on deck
They ready to witness the wreck
Ain't no ball on my side gon' connect
I'm with God, you know He protects
Don't take my kindness (kindness)
Kindness for a weakness (weakness)
Don't dress up to impress (true)
You don't got no advantage (advantage)
You aiming for the belt (belt)
Gon' play then be my guest (guest)
But that game play ain't even finesse (huh)
Love the way that you slip in that mess (mess)
Like a butterfly stuck in a net
Hop in the coup (coup)
Ten years from now ain't beaucoup (It ain't beaucoup)
Let's get superfluous ('fluous)
The Inside like tiramisu (tiramisu)
They all tryna fight for the loot but ain't Never wanna step in my boots
I'm building a boat just to fight off the current and I got some sand in my shoes
All of my day ones
All of my slimes
Rose city gold
The 519
The south Detroit
We lit up from city we lookin' like six
With no casualties
We run up the echelons, military
We don't gotta fit in no category
They say that I'm different, not a theory
I'm put on repeat, I'm pinning my city
Check the tree up 'fore you nest
Ain't no telling you who comin' next
I won't trust if you speak from the chest
All them lies they come up to your neck
I'm a man of my word I confess
Being tired of you ain't no flex
Ain't no payment that came with interest
In other words say that you blessed
Tell that phony here the stop
Catching flight if ever I gotta catch 'em pretending they ain't throwing rocks
Got a pretty penny but it ain't nothing if you just gonna let it rot
Lit up a spark now I'm blazing red-hot
And I Stepped on the pedal and lit up the dark
Speeding on the free way, can't even stop
Tell the devil to stop
My God on top
I flicked the switch on em turn off the lights
Jealousy, envy, that's your kryptonite
See who else turning on me overnight
Don't take my kindness (kindness)
Kindness for a weakness (weakness)
Don't dress up to impress (true)
You don't got no advantage (advantage)
You aiming for the belt (belt)
Gon' play then be my guest (guest)
But that game play ain't even finesse (huh)
Love the way that you slip in that mess (mess)
Like a butterfly stuck in a net
Written by: Kévod Kouamé


