Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kkk, artist - KolyonDate of issue: 08.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kkk |
| Foreal dawg, I been waiting for this beat for a lil minute |
| Hell yah bih, Koly we got another one |
| Look, I’m tryna stay afloat |
| And keep my head above water, you could say a boat |
| See I don' lost a lot of shit, but I didn’t lose hope |
| They tryna pull me in the system, wanna see roped |
| But now they tellin' me, «Jit you the next to blow» |
| I’m comin' up, I got the rap game in a choke |
| I don' trust a nigga, they’ll try to play ya close |
| Can’t be fuckin' with these bitches, cause they love to do the most |
| It’s the white man world, no love for black folks |
| It’s still a dirty world, ain’t no point tryna vote |
| A different president, but it’s the shit thought |
| Ferro should of took the plea, but he took it to the door |
| I’m tryna make it, but they hatin' on the kid |
| I got an ice box, where my heart used to live |
| A nigga cross, I’ma double cross him |
| A nigga like me, don’t forget or forgive |
| I’m the type of nigga come run up in your crib |
| Nigga tellin' on you, now you want the nigga killed |
| Bill keep the steel, I just wanna live, got evicted, so I had buy my mama a crib |
| I remember when, we was strugglin', shit, I had to move in with my cousin them |
| I don' see my friends from yesterday, none of them |
| Now I think about, it used to be a couple of them |
| Shit I ain’t gon' lie, I learned a lot of stuff from them |
| God damn, I should’ve listened to my mama them |
| See the other side and I don' say what’s up to them |
| But he fuck with them and I don' really fuck with them |
| Sharper than a trim |
| Jumpin' out the gym |
| 24 Karot Gold dip on my rim |
| Now I’m gettin' older, now life kickin' in |
| Told mama look, I’m finally growin' hair on my chin |
| Mama your lil boy, just became the fuckin' man |
| I just dropped the 14, it came back lookin' 10 |
| I just popped a bean, now I’m going Super Saiyan |
| You’ll sink like the sand in the game without a plan |
| See this the type of shit I live |
| And what these niggas rappin' we don' already lived |
| I heard through the grapevine that Kodak got a deal |
| See we been on our grind since Nova donk was teal |
| I’m tryna touch a mil |
| And buy my mama them a crib |
| We rappin' about this shit we really live |
| So nigga straight up, them country boys better play us |
| Mention Broward County, better say us |
| See we didn’t have shit, but a God-fearing mother |
| You ever see them suds in the tub tryna bubble |
| Them hoes show us love, but they don' know about the struggle |
| My aunty died with AIDS and Lord knows that I love her |
| I remember going broke with no clothes and no cover |
| Not to mention they killed Wayne and Purp, them my brothers |
| I been on my grind serving dime to them cluckers |
| My phone kang wanging and my trap going bonkers |
| I’m 10 toes down, with a 9 I’ll slump you |
| Call up my lil round from out of town, he’ll pump you |
| Get rich or die trying, so my mindframe is fuck you |
| Your chain look like mine, I ain’t lying, I’ll touch you |
| Coach these niggas crying on the line, call the huddle |
| And it’s fuck a nigga, and my mindframe is fuck you |
| It’s 24 boom, and Polo Pooh he comin' soon |
| You out of town niggas make room |