OneLuv Kt - WAYBACK FREESTYLE II

(If you were worried about where, I've been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me)
(If you were worried about where, I've been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me)
People turned they back on me, everybody got an attack on me
It's easy to kick somebody when they down
That shit don't make you a fuckin' man
I don't give a fuck about that gun, raise yo hands
If you ain't talking 'bout money, I ain't fuckin' with bands
Love a solo act, I don't ever pretend
Cuz in this industry, I don't got no friends
Everybody fake, I don't fuck with nobody
If they send shots at me, I'm a catch me a body
And I'm taking shots at everybody, double the homi
And if I don't clap back, just know somebody got me
I don't ever fight fair, what the fuck I'ma do that for?
If they get back to the rope, they gon let a strap blow
I make everybody scared, see I come, like Pascal
That 4 throwin' darts in the air, like Dak bro
O N E, A M O K, tat it on my chest
They never mention my name, they know I'm the best
I only take headshots, you can wear a fuckin' vest, put the fire to his head now he Johnny Test
I've been at this for so long like 13 years
So it really fuckin' triggers me, you niggas started rappin' like 3 months ago
That bullshit ain't sincere
You don't mean what you rap, you just wanna sound cool
Is these perkys really you want something yo kid to rap to? Y'all just want something for YouTube to react to
I'm not knockin' your hustle, nigga, and that's cool
But we can never relate
Y'all ain't safe over here, y'all can never be great
It's a microwave era, one year and you gone, give 'em one hit song, they ain't singin' Along
This is my shit, any beef we got, and we squash it
I don't really want any problems, cuz they ain't gon like it if I solve 'em
They think they got me, I got 'em where I want 'em
Stuntin' like my daddy, I'ma #1 stunna
I made a promise, I got more projects comin'
They gon be bumpin' me, and know I wasn't bluffin'
O N E, I been killin' since a jit, since I was giving 'em, "Varsity Rapping: The Message"
English, first period, Kozak was stressing, math class, moved to Lopez, it's a blessin'
To each his own, don't make me reach the chrome
If I got to, I'll do it, put one in his dome
Booked a first class ticket, no I ain't comin' home, I gotta bet on myself if I wanna get on
If you ain't got nothin' nice to say, please don't speak to me
If the criticism ain't constructive, please don't give it to me
I never asked for the hatin' shit, keep it to yourself
That some broke nigga shit, nigga, get up on your wealth
I gotta get mine before you get yours, I gotta get tours
Look mama, I can fly, see your boy soar
I really hope one day we can find a rapport
Cuz I ain't gon lie, that hate shit gettin' old
I always show love, that's how I'm carryin' love
Hope y'all niggas get free like Harriet Tub'
This year mark 5, RIP to my cuz
Everybody thinks they perfect? But who really does?
I'm the closest to perfection, there's ponds I need to step in
I'm tryin' find God, I been preachin' to a reverend
Told me I'ma be straight, long as I do me
He said do it like Pac, gotta keep it a G

Written by:
Kamren Hughes

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