KAY TheArtist - Open Up

Fam don't really show no love, but I'm that nigga
Crazy love come when you're dead or when you're richer
Had some convos with sis, tried to tell her that she better, crazy she don't think she
better than a stripper
And we was raised to go and get it, that's by any means
But to never trade your morals for no blue or green
Remember days when we was coolin', it was you and me
Me and you would vibe out, then something changed in you to me
Im from the Tr3y, They know whats up
On beats like this, I open up
Smoking a 3-5, that's to the face, I'm rolling up
Need respect, dont let them play you like a pussy, or you fucked
Alot of shit that I be feeling, I don't talk about
Like how I hate that in my city, you can't walk without it
Like how these bitches they complain, how these niggas they ain't shit
And all these niggas think these bitches worth the Fendi, Prada
Most these niggas they ain't smart, but these bitches give a heart
Then they confused when they fucked over with no flashlight in the dark
Wanna boom so I ain't sober, Yet I focus on art
Cause if I don't, then I might lose it, seek blood like I'm a shark
Tryna love be so confusing, till your conscience tear apart
Until you broken and you useless, can't find the missing parts, I don't want that
Remember when my cousin had them drums like he ain't want flats, niggas almost left us
bleeding so he scarred
Ain't no love, it's only hate, but they smile up in your face,
When you think you got a vine and it turn out to be a snake, that shit be crazy
And if you feel the vibes and you relate, do a 180, cause them niggas that's around you
ain't the same
Gotta make it through, usually a heart be blood red, think mine baby blue
Rather than heart broken, I start grinding and get faded
Devil on my left, want bloodshed, but I got an angel too, tryna tell me do what's right
Swear I hate when they debating
Stare out the window, thinking where the homies
All them boys I thought was friends go, to the ones that check up on me
Know we locked, as far as kin go
And I can't call you bro just because we played Nintendo nigga, like what's the vibe
Bullshit they got a shitload
And she can say she want me, but she'll never see me crystal
And I can't waste no time plucking pedals off no pistol
I can't go back in time, so no regrets, what's done was meant to nigga
Big dog to a shiatzu, when them pits come to play
No it won't be black and yellow, but that bite might leave a stain on dude
And when you moving like you great, then they might hate on you
But know if you stay solid, ain't no way nobody breaking you

Written by:
Khaiyir Davis

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