Kenny Koughs - The Wrld Iss Yours

Dancing with no, dancing with no-yeah
Dancing with no makeup
Why they always gotta take from me
Man them prayers ain't just for me
What
What
Dancing with my makeup, why the hell you talking bout that lame stuff
Can't ya see ya lane bud
We are not the same bud
Y'all the type to check me out but can't speak to my face huh?
That's why ya shorty got the whole damn waist up
That's why the party always at my place huh?
Cause "I'm consumed with evil, must be satan."
The ways that you assume are way too basic
Basic
Thinking I can't take it, its fake piss
No competing I just pace it
They saying crazy shit like "I'm God damned."
Guess I'm really bouta blow ya ass out ya Asics
Real "vamp" nigga ain't been working on that day shift
Red stamp nigga got no money in my savings
Real bands coming I know they gone give me trouble
Magic all in my fingers don't ask how I make it bubble
Pop my shit leave the bitch second guessing
One or two things in my head, Dr. Suessing
When all I see is red call the feds cause I'm blushing
So tell all whatcha said bout me to ya favorite cousin
What
What
Talking all that lame stuff really shorty can't you see ya lane yet?
(We are not the same yet)
Banging on the window pane ya
But you never finna lease yo brain huh?
(My light, my light)
They don't understand my light
(My light, my light)
They don't understand my light
Ice is nice but life, is bigger
I gone put up a fight, my nigga
Eyes like vice they tight as shit, gripper
I'm like Dionysus a liver
I see the rusty knife
Might put it on me twice
Might put it on my life
Forever
Forever

Written by:
Tremaine LaManna

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