Lyrics Before - Kay-o

Before

Rah, it’s BKay you now
It’s the boy J Chugs
You know they got the guys locked but it’s nuttin'
Shoutout my nigga KO on this mixtape
Niggas already know it’s a Homerton ting
Gang
Before I had ever seen a box
Or ever had a bag to my name
Before I ever dealt with brown
I always kept close to a blade
The dots weren’t little
I double tapped that shotty like Shane
If you get touched when these big bells blast
You gotta no chance, can shatter your frame
I do him like gags, beat that then I’m out
Remember days with the Rambo and bootcuts
So the jakes leave I like Strauss
Better watch who you stand with
If you’re crept on the opps and you’re near that crowd
KO ain’t hearing nu’n, I’ll dig that then bounce
Bro stays kicking up grub
Jakes wish they could get a man down on trial
Other friends ain’t got that luck
Free the gang, they got locked for a while
Tell the opps that this beef ain’t their’s to stop
Like, I don’t wanna hear J Styles
Do my YG’s ever rest?
Grab bike and mount
Tryna splash man down
Sweet make a move successful
For the paper, I will cut out your crop bro
Put him to sleep, he try wrestle
He’s a stainer like Scott
Or we taking the kettle of fish, ain’t gentle with it
Resist and watch
Feds taking my friends, they’re missed
They wish but they can’t stop clocks
Before I never had no opps
Before I never worried 'bout jakes
Before I only knew 'bout corn on cobs
Before I only knew 'bout flake
Before I never knew 'bout shots
Before I never knew how food got weighed
It’s mad how things have changed
From qway to today
Before I never had no opps
Before I never worried 'bout jakes
Before I only knew 'bout corn on cobs
Before I only knew 'bout flake
Before I never knew 'bout shots
Before I never knew how food got weighed
It’s mad how things have changed
From qway to today
Before I ever knew my gunners
Before I ever gripped that pump
I had only seen sticks with drummers
Only new clips for films, not guns
Before we only had heat in the summer
The only twelve that I knew was lunch
Now you can sit in your whip
Get your screen shot, back then would’ve called it Munch
Step with a shotty like Fudd
Bruck that back, I’m calling it hunch
Them man are not good on their ones
Ain’t it mad that they’re bad in a bunch
They say that they know me from long
You knew me before, know what I’ve become
Couldn’t even point out where it begun
I could never point out what a man done
Even if they send a man jail
I couldn’t tell, I’d take the L
Them man are backwards, they’d let
Let it all out, start writing, wet
But he’d more if we stab him, set
Set off or set, it gets spazzing
Jet if it goes left, then get caught standing
That’s best, either or I ain’t on chattings
Free bro, got him in them cells on the landing
Trapped but he was on trapping
Now he’s on wings crashing
It is what it is, see opps, get active
Raise hell, tryna turn man salad
If you’re between my between my bread like sandwich
All of these crops, I could wrap it
If it weren’t for the risk, then I would stop rapping
Before I never had no opps
Before I never worried 'bout jakes
Before I only knew 'bout corn on cobs
Before I only knew 'bout flake
Before I never knew 'bout shots
Before I never knew how food got weighed
It’s mad how things have changed
From qway to today
Before I never had no opps
Before I never worried 'bout jakes
Before I only knew 'bout corn on cobs
Before I only knew 'bout flake
Before I never knew 'bout shots
Before I never knew how food got weighed
It’s mad how things have changed
From qway to today
Rah, it’s BKay you now