kell$ - Some Advice

Bigger than local talent
You move like those around you
Get out and see something
Learn to cleanse your pallet
Never movin malice
She know I like a challenge
God know I like it balanced
My name always carried weight, so I keep a callus
From the D, businessmen like meech around us
These days, you don't let her have it, she might reach around ya
They might just leech around ya...

So many reasons for grieving, but I can not manage to slow down
Once baby boy, but I carry myself as the goat now
Took a lot of chances, not even knowing how shit was gone pan out
Fools like "oh wow
We should take notes now"

Leave a message at the beep uh
Double up, Triple up peace uh
Kell. practice what He... yeahhh
It was written, I'm a king
It ain't always what it seem
You ain't gotta pop a thing
That ain't everybody steez
Know exactly what I mean

Ok
Sugarcoating for the sweets
Y'all revolve around tweets
I ain't never been the type to get away with my appearances being discrete
What the hell is low key?

Man, what the hell is low key?
Yeah yeah

Kell. in a different league of being the bee's knee's
Fishbowl if I really wanted y'all to see me
Cruisin round at low speeds
Chrome glisten, the whip painted in candy
They could never over nor understand me
Goddamn me

HA

Bigger than local talent
You move like those around you
Get out and see something
Learn to cleanse your pallet

So many reasons for grieving, but I can not manage to slow down
Once baby boy, but I carry myself as the goat now
Make a lot of noise at my shows, yeah I'm all in ya throat now
Got her like "oh wow
They should take notes pal"

You taking notes?
Using my lyrics for captions and quotes
Learned early that you gotta work smart, cause I be looking for better results
This a Lyrical exercise
See niggas breathin heavy, checkin they pulse
When am I gonna stop?

Might be a while

Shit, Nobody knows
Ill let you breathe

Ok. Uno, Dos!

You playin with my words, ion' know the lethal dose
Fiendin for the drop, now y'all Comatose
Uncle Sam fault, we don't net what we gross
Doin the most,
Stop callin my phone

Leave a message at the beep uh
Double up, Triple up peace uh
Kell. practice what He... yeahhh
Said bitch I'm a king
Cash ruling everything
You ain't gotta sip the lean
That ain't everybody thing
Know exactly what I mean

Sugarcoating for the sweets
Y'all revolve around tweets
I ain't never been the type to get away with my appearances being discrete
What the hell is low key?

What the hell is low key?

Written by:
Markell McCoy

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