Kindred - For You, From Us (feat. Tj Killa)

They wanna hate
They want the plate, cause they haven’t ate
Fuck what they say, I am a great
Y’all show up late, ain’t got the trait
Done pulling weights, ain’t no debate
Cause we on the rise, we got the prize
We Ain’t gotta deal with no false ties yeah
One time for the girlies and the thots aye
Two times for the clothes that I bought aye
Three times for the moments I got caught getting head in the lot boy I’m about to boycott
Got family that’s why my name Kindred
Don’t know what it mean, peep the internet
Swear to god yeah I’m working everyday
Keep on pushing cause I know what the kings did
I’m boutta scatter the matter after we done with the chatter
I’m not a cold hard killer unless you take off my platter
I’m spitting bars while you hang out in cars
Probably still prank calling niggas from a far
Think you know who you are
You think you more than a scar
Man you even ain’t shit to a hole in a floor
Honestly I think we’re something that you probably adore
Always talking shit cause that’s all you can afford
They wanna hate
They want the plate, cause they haven’t ate
Fuck what they say, I am a great
Y’all show up late, ain’t got the trait
Done pulling weights, ain’t no debate
Cause we on the rise, we got the prize
We Ain’t gotta deal with no false ties yeah
Riding at the top and I just ate like I'm stuck
Acting like is you about it but we know that you bluff
Talking with a chip on your shoulder bitch you ain't tough
Been around the block then I came back with a bunch
Sometimes for the saving
Making this music, put it up on your playlist
2020 official, be rolling through these changes
You sounding the same, y'all be on that same shit
One day gonna make it, I ain't faking
Never faking but I can't see the bottom
Switch it on me she gon' drop it on me just like its autumn
Real talent so I had to come up quickly and drop em'
Sixty albums if we need it, we gon' flip em' and drop em'
I cannot see through this light, the thoughts in my head keep me up through the night
I'm tryna keep up, tryna put up a fight
My feelings is scattered I'm losing my mind
They wanna hate
They want the plate, cause they haven’t ate
Fuck what they say, I am a great
Y’all show up late, ain’t got the trait
Done pulling weights, ain’t no debate
Cause we on the rise, we got the prize
We Ain’t gotta deal with no false ties yeah

Written by:
Nathaniel Beltran, Tyler Fernandez

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