Kgts - K.O.T.K.

4 Years running on the go
Young boy, barely dreaming
From a boy to a man will grow
Down ten toes, 6 foot deep in
Dem man still sleeping
For numbers, pics of Cro
Tits and bags on show
Young boy best come off your phone!
You've been late to the one night wonder show!
I been up late nights all in a row
Studying the art and the craft I grow
Dem man just studying on what's on show (They're sleeping!)
Ring! Ring! Lemme go answer the phone!
This is the calling, imma text back slow
How you been stalling on your rev and go?
I just grab a pack and jet to the zone
Six hours then, see the feet of the crow
Cos I know what I know!
Ain't nobody ever telling me so!
Keez speak peace still mash it and go!
Bang your head now til your neck back ghost!
Do it to the death make my kids take the throne!
Spin a head like decks when I spit this phlegm
If you ain't known then
Now you know, now you know!
Keez on the keys, that's standard bro! (Ay!)
They didn't wanna see my steez!
Now they're gonna feel my style!
Forever come fresh on beat
Violate, tump in your mouth!
Keez been sauced since East!
Locked in the lab no keys
Yeah you know, Keez on the keys
Engineer, spit, make beats!
Straight out the Soule that's me!
(Dripping in, dripping in)
That's style, I'm greez
Fuck em I'll do it alone
L. B. done said life ain't pretty
You don't even have to do road
Nuff times man stepped out in the sticky
Whether humble or loco
You can get unlimited dreams
Better think right
Or get one in the dome
Straight out your soul
Buried in Nikes quickly
Had to tell dem man there quickly
Get your mind right when you have pikney
Got my mind tight cos I got two
They don't need no jewels on their pinky!
Rich minded boy, who ain't fraid to deploy some truths on a bitch boy quickly
I wonder how dem man will do when shit hits the fan
Who will help them clean it all quickly?
See the fashion gets long for me
I ain't inna the chains and tomfoolery
Wear no jewellery
Can still take your jewel for free
So you better keep watch on
All your pieces cos she might just wanna
Roll with the Gs I be
Walking around like I got two bags on my side
That's BA n LB like
Man'll take your side
Pull up on like she fine
Make her my main hoe
If I dig her out
Now she wanna be wife
I'm here like hell no!
Just kick back side
Saw that coming on a low
Coming like nandos fries with the peri salt
Now you think you're a hot spice?
You're a dead ting, man can't wine and dine!
They didn't wanna see my steez!
Now they're gonna feel my style!
Forever come fresh on beat
Violate, tump in your mouth!
Keez been sauced since East!
Locked in the lab no keys
Yeah you know, Keez on the keys
Engineer, spit, make beats
Straight out the soule that's me!
(Dripping in, dripping in)
That's style, I'm greez!
They didn't wanna see my steez!
Now they're gonna feel my style!
Forever come fresh on beat
Violate, tump in your mouth!
Keez been sauced since East!
Locked in the lab no keys
Yeah you know, Keez on the keys
Engineer, spit, make beats
Straight out the soule that's me!
(Dripping in, dripping in)
Sauce?
That's style, I'm greez!

Written by:
Kenan Young

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