Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lets Kick It, artist - Poetik
Date of issue: 30.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lets Kick It |
Can I be the one to break you off, somethin' fresh, somethin' blessed |
Capitative mindset, baby, peep the dialect |
I be that ill for the ville, type of Hamofied rapper |
Vailima drinkin', every day I’m that rapper |
Spit it for your soul, man, I bet that if you hear it |
It’ll motivate the spirit, feel it burnin' in the lungs |
Like I just passed the blunt, uce, I’m straight chillin' |
Poet’s in the house, came to kick it with the villain |
Shout out to yo' town, that’s for my town, uce |
Spread love, that’s the truth, represent the Poly roots |
Take it back to the first Wakas', the days |
Before the voyage, and the hustlin', the coinage |
Just a young skinny trade bone I remember |
Duckin' them crooked cops so I’m broke till November |
Life is like a can of eleni, it goes fast |
You gots to watch yo' back in the ghetto, or that’s your ass, mister postman |
Man, I been hustlin' all week, now it’s time for a drink |
I’m here to kick it, relax yo' mind, killer at ease |
It’s all love in the place to be |
The crew and me about to kick it |
Excuse me if I pass the blaze |
Disregard the cold stare, that’s my gangsta ways |
I be swiggin' on that H205 and ride |
Poetik and Melodown cousin, feel the vibe, let’s kick it |
Forgive me, Lord, I’m still sinful |
Rockin' to this classic King T instrumental |
It kicks me off the streets though if only for a day |
Pourin' out liquor where my loved ones lay |
I got that burden, it’s kinda murderous intellect |
That’s the way we came up, still 'bout it 'till the death |
Slow down, what you talkin', player? |
Gee, I been rappin' for a minute, still I ain’t sold out, so what you sayin', |
player? |
Oh, I ain’t got that Insta game on lock |
And Facebookin' with the YouTube views and what not |
Radio won’t even play this shit, I’m too gutter |
So I kicked in the door like I peel the motherfucker |
I ain’t tryna make it in your lane, I’m just reppin' |
6-eighty-5 bet you’ll never disrespect it |
And let’s wreck it for the record, let’s keep it quite clear |
The first rapper reppin' 6-eighty-5 is right here, let’s kick it |
Man, I been hustlin' all week, now it’s time for a drink |
I’m here to kick it, relax yo' mind, killer at ease |
It’s all love in the place to be |
The crew and me about to kick it |
Excuse me if I pass the blaze |
Disregard the cold stare, that’s my gangsta ways |
I be swiggin' on that H205 and ride |
Poetik and Melodown cousin, feel the vibe, let’s kick it |
Before the natty dreadlocks I had the comb in my afro |
Coconut cream and yeah I’m that broke |
Eating afghans on the ave, yo |
Sad to them high school hoes I was an asshole |
Played 'em like a banjo on a bad day every time that I ran straight |
You got a handshake, while I put my syrup on the pancake |
I’m that made |
Bringing more flavor than my nan’s |
And that’s the one, the bastard son of a, none other |
He got a gun you better run, brother |
But I be out here, promotin' the peace |
Unless you out here, phonin' police |
So that’s a no-no, we don’t really need that |
Put your seat back, and I don’t want your opinion unless its feedback |
I don’t need your weed to get me high |
From the 8-twenty-8 to the 6-eighty-5, let’s kick it |
Man, I been hustlin' all week now, it’s time for a drink |
I’m here to kick it, relax yo' mind, killer at ease |
It’s all love in the place to be |
The crew and me about to kick it |
Excuse me if I pass the blaze |
Disregard the cold stare, that’s my gangsta ways |
I be swiggin' on that H205 and ride |
Poetik and Melodown cousin, feel the vibe, let’s kick it |