Kuylxn - Skripted Potential (Freestyle)

So much potential
Gon and check the credentials
Said she needed time
Let me check all my schedules
In my forces
Feelin' so presidential
No need to force it
Applying no pressure
So much potential
Gon and check the credentials
Said she needed time
Let me check all my schedules
In my forces
Feelin' so presidential
No need to force it
Applying no pressure
Sneaky links,
that be a set up
Like a mouse
I run from pussy
But to the cheddar
Damn I'm getting better
Can't even let up
If I wanted to
My heart cold as ice
And if you really check
That bitch haunted too
This life keep goin'
Like chronicles
Especially when you off that
Chronic too
I could switch it up,
Move how sonic do
Was all in love
Writing sonnets too
Feelin' chopped and screwed
In my head,
Like run it back
Get off yo ass
Go and get a bag
You still ain't shit
And you just got dragged
Through the earth
Through the dirt
Actin' hard
But you knew it hurt
Outta pocket
You done left the church
Thought you found yo worth
Pseudo confidence
Til you in a hearse
All in yo head,
Had to write this verse
Mind or heart?
Whatchu putting first?
And you keep 'em separate
Cause they like to flirt
Bout the doh
Like Homer Simpson
Ain't never simpin'
Won't get them digits
Standing next to bro
Feelin' like a midget
Then I get to thinkin'
And I know I'm trippin'
Get to henny sippin'
Made me have a vision
Off a split decision
Just like division
They mess with snitches
Ain't playing quidditch
Ain't stoppin' til I
Fuckin' kill a nigga
Then keep goin' til I
Get acquitted
On all accounts,
I got two accounts
Was about to bounce
Bro needed funds
Said a big amount
We could hit this house
Had me feelin' off
I ain't with it
Said I'm a bitch
And I'm sittin' pretty
Got potential
I got it in me
Feelin' so horny
Just to leave the city
Just to leave the city
Yeah, I'm back
Finna do it again
Look at Kuy
Never settin' a trend
Look at Kuy
He been makin' amends
Healing himself
Been treating himself
Word of mouth
He can't stand the shit,
Can't afford to sit
So he let it slide
Got 4 niggas
That's down to ride
Like high tide
They come and crash ya shit
They'll crash ya bitch
Stealing hoes
He's a specialist
So archaic
Yeah formulaic
And I hate to say it
It's just formulated
(Just formulated)
Belt on his neck
Hanging from ceiling
Now he's straight
Made him a killin'
That never story
A forever story
Don't believe me?
Check the allegory
Bask in sun
Like alligator
Yeah, shout Kareem,
Me and him
We a special team
He been lookin' out
He been seein' things
While I'm steady sleep
I been havin' dreams
Look like Bino
Rap like Smino
Shawt so nasty
She love deep throat
Keep her secrets
I won't speak though
There's no way I love these
Weak hoes
Way I'm spazzing
Think I'm cheat code
Spanish ting
She call me chico
Niggas cheesy
Like some cheetos
Niggas crazy
Love them cheap hoes
Bum niggas
They reap what they sow
Strange fruit
Got 'em hangin'
Like clothes
I ain't crazy
But I know what I know
Shout Bogie
That's my senior quote
Fuck these niggas
That's my senior flow
Got a cougar bitch
That's my senior hoe
And don't trip
Cause I seen ya hoe
I'm 10 toes
Go toe to toe
With all my foes
Let's get this show
Up on the road
They flexin' bread
They get turned to toast
And that's shout to Cole
Everybody dies
That's just how it goes
I was spinning, spinning, spinning
Now I'm winning, winning, winning
Run up digits, digits, digits
I was never in them trenches
Got a nigga trippin'
Got a nigga wishin'
That I could go back
And make things a lil different
Then I think twice
Look at how I'm livin'
I was feelin' livid
My heart insipid
I'll roll this blunt
Just to ease the tension
Got some bad habits
Bout to bounce out
Just like a rabbit
My mind is shattered
My heart is tattered
I beat it up,
Just like some batter
If she the baddest
I might look her way
But step down?
Never, no way
Step to me
That's the only way
Be my friend before
You turn to bae
Need a heart to heart
Knock it out the park
I'll scoop you up
If you like to spark
Imma different person
When it's after dark
Wanna fuck with me?
Gotta swim with sharks
Gotta be the boss
Cause I'm too tired to take another loss
Cause I'm too old
To be trippin' over a lil communication
My heart is empty
If you playin' games
Gon and leave it vacant
And I reminisce
Back to them braces
Hoes seen me
Made them funny faces
Now I glew up
And it's back to basics
Like how bout now
Let me quit the Drakin'

Written by:
Kuylen Johnson

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