Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Knight, artist - Kirk Knight. Date of issue: 26.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Good Knight |
| Of course, like no mail; |
| watch it, keep my eyes peeled, reveal |
| Watch if five connection is too real |
| Word is bond positive and negative |
| Black executives like «Hey», just find words for sedatives |
| Ill never fishy |
| I never understood the ugly ones with the jewels or the yarmulke |
| Don’t get clapped through the monitors |
| «But what’s in store?» |
| she said «BJ» |
| «Yeah, just for all of us» |
| Industry chicks get crazy for a little tip |
| Hennessy and wine glass lying say they only took a little sip |
| Ya’ll look cute but a nigga just a crazy one |
| Life and whisky, take it with a grain of salt |
| Cats like us, stay miscellaneous don’t forget watch it |
| Protect your neck stop it before you get stomped in |
| We light it up, keep it ultraviolet |
| Consider the key that’s defying us, nigga |
| Everything was good until reality struck, never thought reality could cut me |
| deep like a fatality could |
| A fake salary like we ain’t eating that green |
| Mama my dream be king and I’ma be honored |
| But I’m beyond it, not being a sapien, I’m a supreme being when I be rhyming |
| Outshining the Muhammads and the 'Bamas cause I’m a Brooklyn bomber |
| Bringing the drama, start tuning your timers |
| No Hakuna Matata, wake up that goon or your medulla oblongata |
| Stop thinking what your tinking with |
| Hold ya bladder, save the blabber |
| Roll a J with some grabber take a plane to Allah with the shit that I’m |
| supplying |
| Or put you on the road to Zion no lying |
| Yo' flow tiring, I’m a flow tyrant |
| The best with the grip to your neck no violence |
| The best with the grip to your neck no violence |
| Live from the underground, peep the style |
| Wild motherfucker, golden smile |
| Tryna stay level headed, hold shit down |
| Walk around, no crown, champion bound |
| Flatbush raised me, the drug game paid me |
| Yo' bitch I’m blazin, and smoking in the same speak |
| Bust up in her mouth piece, nigga there, no seeds |
| Steady toking green, walkin' with a lean |
| Life ain’t, life ain’t always what it seems |
| Never gave a fuck, good at getting out my dreams |
| Beast Coast, we been here, permanent ink flow |
| Got the choppers, pop yo' partners, fill em up like empanadas |
| Young man, any given day could be yo' last |
| Elevate yo' mind, intertwine visions from the sky |
| We heaven sent, Zombies motherfucker for president |
| Your wack-ass music little nigga irrelevant |
| Hash oil and joints, my ball pen on point |
| You clown niggas is doink |
| See we don’t fuck with the police |
| Na we don’t fuck with the oink, swank—what my niggas say? |
| Krill, what my nigga say? |
| Click, clack; |
| blaow |
| Grip steel like what my niggas say? |
| Sometimes I want to ball up and die or disintegrate |
| Sometimes I want to reach for — the sky or levitate |
| Elevate, success in my spliff you might want to take a hit of this |
| At least get some contact, nigga take a whiff of this |
| These rap bitches sensitive — like my bitch’s clitoris |
| Vivid like Tarantino, cinemas with synonyms |
| You ever met God, well shit nigga I feel like him |
| Shrooms and helium — dancing on the ceiling |
| High pitching I’m Doc Ellis, I’m in dirty white denim, polo my sweater |
| You are not that better, your shit not venom |
| I spit hot peppers — bitch! |
| I really think I’m high up on the brim |
| Knowledge infinite, tell your friend send it, I will dial in |
| String shorty’s violin |
| That means I’m a player for a sucker not a goddess |
| God’s got my back, but the Devil’s got my eyelids |
| Step up to the throne, still high off the hot shit |
| Never got the pass but I pass for a pastor |
| Free form thinker move crowds with my chapters |
| Not a funny actor, I’m backwards |
| I orchestrate through the pass like Mashburn |
| Heat for the Knicks, end of the spliff |
| Marijuana fine cut, like a boob on a bitch |
| Since a younger man, in my younger days I was dazed |
| By the days, I didn’t do what I say |
| Now I’m determined to reign, fuck bitches and fame |
| I’d rather remain payed |
| Rich in the mind nigga keep your change |
| Rich in the mind nigga keep your change |
| Yo, fellow niggas' mind wounded, a rhyme student |
| Ignorant, grew up in it but fine to it |
| Moms knew it, Dad wasn’t around for it |
| A bomb to it, my voice is just like the sound of it |
| Niggas ducking I’m looking over they noggin |
| You will never be the hottest you nothing more than a Robin |
| False information, lost and I’m wasted |
| This should be the time that you niggas should get it poppin' |
| Told 'em I was in here, I ain’t never been here |
| Fuck it, I’m a put this knowledge to his bucket |
| Hating on me, tuck it |
| You a LeToya Luckett, you a sucker in disguise I can see it in your structure |
| OGs, give me game and it’s on me |
| Smoke weed, meditate and be on key |
| Never no beginner I’m finishing every sentence |
| We the reason these new niggas is looking vintage |
| Making my entrance, clear the path |
| Niggas better get it right or I’m a have this fuck nigga feeling bad |
| Joey Bad, Kirk Knight, the worst night |
| You ever seen a Flatbush ZOMBiE in real life? |
| Walking the dead, off the head in disguise of a educated man’s third eye |
| Word |