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Knee Deep
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Knee Deep adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Revered By Most tarafından 29 Ekim 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıKnee Deep - Single
29 Ekim 2026
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[Verse 1]
Brum brum big me
Just say kidda safe, not police
White squares for my net like a priest
Shoulda shoulda start to rappin' but I's good with a fork on bone
Grandpa would talk, never walk alone
From lying I'm dying
To a thousand into three squares in jail
I ate more porridge than the three bears
These mike and miris ain't no D-squared
Where her this coming to the shoot
He's in a bush with it prepared
My boy ain't no fireman
But he puts out fires
Used to babysit the baby nine like mistoutfire
Then I used to hold the strip and put out fire
He ain't gangster like me, he's a damn liar
I'm nothin' but past, but I don't mean computer games
Or trapping out a country queen
Had to commute on planes
In a 63S, get his stupid brain
Went to jail, bounced back, I feel like Gucci Mane
Blood, sweat, and tears on the curb
Go polygraph me every time I arrive first
Never thought I'd make money off of words
Ah, gotcha, got ya, you to the game
Before it's sunny G, you gotta see the rain
Now I was outside jugging on my J's
You know the motive G, gotta get paid
[Verse 2]
Eleven men lined up, we're getting ready for a footy match
I gave him sweets for free, send him home with a goody bag
I was best mates with a boogie man
Thought he's keys in the colin
I was white and still stalking from the boulevard
Rock around me with drones, bro, they're what on me hard
They bogged up my motors too, but I never speak in cars
She ran out a man to come and creep with stars
It's like they're laying down in Hollywood, I told 'em never sleep on stars
Flubaptizers in the jail to Tom Fords
Fly like Concord, sold for a living, come-comfirmed
They press us boss pipes, my mind say my life
Try and send me to my grave, back to send 'em back buyin'
I never flag collars, but I stood up for my brothers
Give 'em clothes off my own back, I pull it on my mother's
Blue lights behind me, woogie, I'm at the decamp
Shit man, these rappers all flaw like the Decepticon, burn
Blood, sweat, and tears on the curb
Go polygraph me every time I arrive first
Never thought I'd make money off of words
Ah, gotcha, got ya, you to the game
Before it's sunny G, you gotta see the rain
Now I was outside jugging on my J's
You know the motive G, gotta get paid
Written by: Rikardo Reid

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