Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
KennethWayne
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Murray
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
Sick of being on the estimated
This dermination got me farther than most of you blokes
I'm going hard at the throws
I won't go down, I'm gonna fold the blood of that little red like a rose
Mostly it's black like the shit in my soul
They told me to get high but I'm already stoned
I started this flow like it's LMNO
Bitch call me jelly, cause I'm on a roll
Shout out to my mama for buying my clothes
I felt I looked dope when I walked into school
All of the little chickens they thought I was cute
Now they're like "Who is he?"
They don't know my name, They don't know my-y
They don't know shit, they don't wanna mess with me
I'm going off while I'm half asleep
I woke up, saw 'em up, now they bend their knee
I'm smiling, been a long while since I showed my teeth
I'm still hot by the hundred degrees
Heel tap and fuck police, let's keep the peace
Instead of burning the city down and kept the keys
And wiping the big dawg off the leagues
They never heard a motherfucker like this before
Versatile bars got songs galore
Remember listening to Mac through the corridors
Embracing every single word for important cause
Same year I was turning into a noisy boy
Selling weed (?) (Yeah)
Sick of being on the estimated
This dermination got me farther than most of you blokes
I'm going hard at the throws
I won't go down, I'm gonna fold the blood of that little red like a rose
Mostly it's black like the shit in my soul
They told me to get high but I'm already stoned
I started this flow like it's LMNO
Bitch call me jelly, cause I'm on a roll
Shout out to my mama for buying my clothes
I felt I looked dope when I walked into school
All of the little chickens they thought I was cute
Now they're like "Who is he?"
They don't know my name, they don't know my I-identity
I got the eyes of an eagle, the heart of a lion and the mind of an elephant
Tryna embellish these rhymes well I got the time, cause I want my shit to be elegant
And all of these fish are still out of line, but I do not really admit it
Cause I'm not tryna smell like a pussy
This blood on the (?) from all of the time I put in
It's 22 years in the making, the things that I dreamed of them facing
I promised myself (?)
I promised my mother & father I'll make it
I promised my mother & father I'll make it
Their look on their face made me- (?)
They don't know shit, they don't wanna mess with me
I'm going off while I'm half asleep
I woke up, saw 'em up, now they bend their knee
I'm smiling, been a long while since I showed my teeth
I'm still hot by the hundred degrees
Heel tap and fuck police, let's keep the peace
Instead of burning the city down and kept the keys
And wiping the big dawg off the leagues
They never heard a motherfucker like this before
Versatile bars got songs galore
Remember listening to Mac through the corridors
Embracing every single word for important cause
Written by: Kenneth Murray