Kyng Karnage - 3AM In The Creek (Interlude)

Supposed to be relaxing
This passion makes that impossible
Rapping too long I done ran outta topics
Figuring out ways i can get this profit
Like I'm runnin out of options
Yeah
Mhm
I've been up all day working on the penmanship
Niggas can't relate to this real shit
Fuck around crossed the line, that sum shit you gotta deal with
Still hanging around thugs, but now they got business
Some shit I wanna see
Patna came into his girl life became a father
That some shit I wanna be
I know living dreams isn't some shit you supposed to see
But fuck it im different
Im tryna run from the older me
That street and busy shit can't get close to me
I'm the shit now if you couldn't tell
Still in them apartments raising hell
Remember in school, I was writing shit bell to bell
Now people wanna pay me for shit
I told them ring the bell
If I'm a problem, I can solve it
I've been searching out for options
Figuring out ways I can get some of this profit
I remember all those nights
I couldn't come up with a topic
Now I'm fiening sum crazy
I done ran outta topics
Cutting edge to the game, bitch I'm hot topic
I'm not rocking a lame
I get it on and poppin
They say I sound Jack when the mic come on
It's not how you sound it's who you know
I know how music rockin
Fucking with 808s since I was jit
Niggas tryna tell me how I make a hit
I just push off em, and they throw the fit
I know they throw a fit when I throw on a fit
Livin out they rapper dreams
I like when they pissed
They bringing more attention, like "Yo, who's this?"
Hey, I'm Kyng, I'd like to make amends
I was scratching dollar bills just so I can make a M
Put a W right in front of that
Main Event WrestleMaina, how I'm running that
Posting posters, I know you liking some of that
But that's just in my city, when I reach the surface
I'm scratching that
Win a Grammy in 2024 or 25
Bitch my Kobe year is going crazy Ian finna lie
Imma make my pockets deep way fore a touch the sky
I wanna a daughter to see why women really cry
Future Father me, I'm proud of you
That's all think I been making up chronicles
Wasn't living lavish but I've never had dog food
So where these bitches coming from
Claiming Ian had hard enough, but saying Ian rich enough
What you want from me?
Wassup?
Why I gotta stretch my neck out
To get a inch of love
Twin say she proud of me
How come I don't feel it
People claim they love me but i don't wanna hear
Cause I'm struggling y'all get to acting different
Like "I'm proud of you" then say "you cry too much"
Been a years since I shed a tear
I want to be a villain
Out at night time, in the streets with niggas who be killing
Supposed to be relaxing, this passion makes that impossible
Shout out to Cole
Shout out to my moms
Shout out to Ino, y'know
Shout out to my boy Sai, that's my guy

Written by:
Tawrence Gray

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