K.O the Artist - Dumbledore

Stick go Dummy
Slim thick shawty
Gotta couple racks
Finna get my whip Sorted
Glock on my hip
Just to finish what is started
Shit on competition
Bitch it's K.O the Artist

I remember days I used to pray
I get a hundred racks,
Now I got an acre with some tenants
And a couple flats
Plotting on a mili silly
Billy always wanted more
Plotting on another
Copping keys to like two dozen doors

Who you think I does it for
Stick is lit like Dombledore
Bitches comes with money but respect
You cannot get in stores
Do this shit for me,
And all the kids thats just be wanting more
Rap ain't been the same
Can't play the game without a fucking core
No I ain't it's savior I'm the reaper
here to do some cleanup
We up next no features
Guess I got to roll my sleeves up
Man time go by so fast
I was just like twenty three
Felt like yesterday my Jordan year we
Just lost Kobe
Man this shit is OD
Never thought we gon see
Losing rappers off of friendly fire
That shit so Weak
This why I be on my own
Cause I just know my own peace
Puff a blizz and then take off
To my crib I'm gonna sleep
Back to back
Bitch I'm coming
With the hits
No discussions
I'm the piss
Shit and spit
On these niggas and their Funyuns
Niggas Chips
And they talking
Out their ass
Man it's nothing
All these niggas bitches
And I got ninety nine problems

Stick go Dummy
Slim thick shawty
Gotta couple racks
Finna get my whip Sorted
Glock on my hip
Just to finish what is started
Shit on competition
Bitch it's K.O the Artist

I remember days I used to pray
I get a hundred racks,
Now I got an acre with some tenants
And a couple flats
Plotting on a mili silly
Billy always wanted more
Plotting on another
Copping keys to like two dozen doors

Get that cheese that provolone
Rep my home away from home
Boston is the city
Biddies litty
Ain't nowhere to go
Summer is the season
Street is steaming
Need that H two O
I ain't never fold
Need no stove
To cook up this flow
I don't want attention
All I need is all y'all recognition
I been chilling thinking millions
Babe assisting with the vision
Had to limit social
Had to listen to my intuition
Niggas barely popping
All these artist now seem like they fizzing
Out of this world
Shifting whipping this Corolla
Traffic got too crazy Ever since they told us bout corona
I be thinking bout pre Covid,
What a time to be alive
Not a lot has changed tho,
But the motherfucking price!

I remember days I used to pray
I get a hundred racks,
Now I got an acre with some tenants
And a couple flats
Plotting on a mili silly
Billy always wanted more
Plotting on another
Copping keys to like two dozen doors

Written by:
Kenechukwu Ofonagoro

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