King Melik - No Kizzy (feat. HateSonny & Bianca Shaw)

See as you can see
The more you fuck around, aye
The more you're gonna find out, yuh, Sanctuary
Feeding the streets, said I'm releasing the beast
Look up, I'm back with the ease
I get reloaded I'm back on my feet
I tell these niggas get outta me seat
They told me to keep it lowkey (psh, tuh)
I'm in they city with ease
I just might move up the street
I just might get me some keys
Kizzy be- Kizzy be-
Kizzy be packing some heat
Kizzy ain't coming in peace
No kizzy no kizzy
I know shit don't ever be sweet
Back up in Cali I'm catching a breeze
I'm back in LaLa we smoking a tree
Now I'm commander in chief
My niggas keep me outta reach
I can never be impeached
I love when she fuck me on beat
She do it best when she sit on her knees
I do it best, I take care of her needs
Shh, yuh, I put her to sleep (I gotta)
I gotta fan when I hop out the studio
I'm in my prime when I'm off of the Julio
She like my style and love my portfolio
Got her a coat and it's from Harper Studio
I'm in my bag ain't got time for no Romeo
I feel like RDJ charging for cameos
Outta my stocks, I sit on the top
I've been investing myself from the block
And I've been sitting on shit, it's a lot
And I ain't missing on shit, it's on lock
I got it from Biggie, I got it from Bach
I was built different way back
Ain't no Fresh Prince I'm a king, word to Pac
Ima pimp slap a nigga
Call dat nigga Chris Rock (rock)
Rock on a stage then I hop on a plane
Then I cop me a dame and she giving me top (top)
Top of the talent I'm breaking the balance
This shit ain't a challenge I'm never gone stop (stop)
Stop the comparing my ego ain't sharing
The difference is glaring, these niggas is done
These niggas is done
Climb to the top like I already won
I told lil Billie, if her name ain't Eilish
I'm sorry lil mama the kid ain't my son
Crazy lil baby gone ruin the fun
She digging for gold I gave her some bronze
I stay with the heat and I win in LA
So it's really no wonder they call me LeBron
Now I feel like a Don, shit came from the spawn
All you lil niggas to run me my ones
All you lil rappers, they ain't competition
You niggas is jokes, you niggas is puns
The clout is illusions, you ain't number one
You won competitions cause your cousins the judge, yuh
And I ain't holding a grudge
Who gon' die first when I'm under the sun?
Boy I'm really the one, never second or third
I pull up with my niggas, shit turns to the purge
You ain't never been him, boy, you really a nerd
If them digits don't add up you can't get a verse
This shits natural to me I don't gotta rehearse
If you tryna play crazy, end up in a hearse
I don't got no love for you that shit for the birds
I can't put you on, gang, that's shit you gotta learn
Wasn't none this shit given I put in the work
You can't buy no respect
You receive what you earn
I sold woods with exotic and let that bitch burn
Tryna jump in the streets, you get left on the curb
And my blooda in Houston tried to toss me a curve
So we'll always be good in there and return
I pop out for them digits to show we assert
Niggas die for them bitches, I won't say a word
Nigga stay in your lane you gon' crash tryna merge
There ain't no competition so fuck what you heard
Niggas wanna be us, not a cause for concern
If its that, then its that
Just prepare for the worst
All that woofing and hate, you take naps in the dirt
I surpassed all my opps, aw that shit gotta hurt
I'm attracted to money from millions I earn
You ain't got no real motion, your music's adjourned
See, I was born ready you know I step
Like a processional
He said he love me this ain't no confessional
I don't be pressing him
He keep that iron cause niggas be testing him
Class is session, I'm the professor, yeah
Teach all you bum hoes a lesson, yeah
And my worst bars better than your best on your best day
Got you sweatin', still you gon' hate, "she did okay"
Catch me on a Friday sinning
He was on my all white linens, Sunday repenting
Church on the sabbath
Good girl bad habits
Never fall off everyday I got it
He got Mommy issues but I ain't your mama hoe (yeah, hoe)
Keep my name up out that drama, huh
I ain't the type of bitch that you can play with, yeah
I'm the type of woman you can build with
I'm real life pressure, you bitches could never
Not a hater so good luck on endeavors
Let's be real, you could never ever ever get on my level
Ain't no gimmicks
I'm just better than a lot of you niggas
I fumbled the bag, got another one
I guess I trigger a lot of you niggas
How you mad? Go figure
But don't cry me a river, I mean…

Written by:
Bianca Shaw, Bryce Thompson, Roderick Sawyer

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find