Kemba Walker

[Verse 1: Rick Die$el]
Oh wait I'm in my wraith
Seeing stars but it’s still day
Skeleton AP like a swamp bay
Turn up the volume
And pump up the bass
'Cause I'm on a wave
And there’s no one to save
Your ears from this flame
And there's no one to blame
Except these lames
Who think this a game
But this shit is life
You might meet my knife
You gone feel the strife
When yo bitch get piped
At a red light
Or in yo sight
Just know its all night
I don't give a fuck
I'm on dirty sprite
But watch yo step
My shoes off white
Had to get a PJ
To call in flight
Shoutout Weezy
Three lefts make a right
Call me Kemba
I'm hot from three like anthracite
Got on VLONE
Fly like a kite
Two tone Malone
But I dunk like mike
I'm on the road
Fucking with a dyke
Your a parasite like a protozoa
Called yo girl and she comin' over
No Netflix we fuckin' on the sofa
She like my ’Rari and my Rover
She impressed bitch I told ya
May you rest in peace when it’s over
Call me Huncho when I show ya
How to tape a brick to her shoulder
Your diamonds rock mine are boulders
Yo neck cool but mine is colder
First I dab then I roll one up
'Cause of that I’m a high roller
Let me end this verse 'fore I burn ya

[Hook: Rick Die$el & (Stephen A. Smith)]
Call me Kemba with the stepback
I feel like Kemba in the Maybach
Too many choices where the wraith at
He's gonna leave don't you say that
(Kemba Walker is a star in this league)
Cardiac in the clutch
Haters said he was a bust

[Verse 2: Rick Die$el]
Hol’ up on this verse I'ma have to take a new approach
Roll up me some trees and go out and buy expensive clothes
Throwing up the dollar bills when I'm in the strip club yo
I'm just out here livin' life fuck the pussies hating though
Two hundred eighty on the dash you ain't never seen that
Swervin' in between lanes shit..i might crash
Why am I not surprised that you only got a dime bag
My crib got Gucci towels to you it's an expensive rag
I just wake up and secure a bag
Had a long flight and got jet lag
Beef with me you get toe tagged
In two months I ran up the racks
I'm in a lamb and you in a Jag
I'm stacking cash and it's a fact
Shoot you in the face with eye contact
Take your life and call it subtract
Since I'm talking about operations
I'ma take you to a new elevation
Up here we gangbang with Haitians
Fuck a dab torch its E-nail nation
In my McLaren and I'm racin'
Roll up my windows and I'm blazin'
Hotboxed whip it's a space station
Kemba walker stan my vocation

[Hook: Rick Die$el & (Stephen A. Smith)]
Call me Kemba with the stepback
I feel like Kemba in the Maybach
Too many choices where the wraith at
He's gonna leave don't you say that
(Kemba Walker is a star in this league)
Cardiac in the clutch
Haters said he was a bust

[Verse 3: Rick Die$el]
I sip lean, candy
No shots of brandy
Karate chop like Sandy
A menace? I can be
Feed a bitch plan b
Serve in a back street
You know what my flag mean
Sell drugs can't tax me
Tall what my racks be
Won't let hoes distract me
Streets wild I pack heat
Fat is what her ass be
I'm a dog like Lassie
Your a lame like flaxseed
My pockets where the cash be
Top of the charts can't pass me
Got a chopper Apache
Popop if u harass me
Ugh yo ho is nasty
Now her name Pulaski
Wheelchair Jimmy, Degrassi
Oh wait and lastly
Call me Kemba Walker 'cause
I hit the fucking last three