Kryptonite

[Verse: D'Shaun]

I just find it funny
How niggas flock to the bitches
That I hit or had relations with
Asking em' bout my business

I actually found some humor
In pictures on my computer
Of girls that I used to know
Old habits, I used to do

And now my enemies
And peers all eyes and all ears
They wanna know my biggest secrets
My dreams, and all my fears

But these hoes can't tell you shit
No shit, but that I'm conceited
Determined to reach achievements
Regardless of who believing

I ain't never had the chance to even
Think like a hoe nigga
I just been too busy smoking dope
And counting dough nigga

Throw that money up
We watch it all hit the floor nigga
Roll that pressure up and then we
Merry go the dro nigga

Local rappers dream of hitting
Bitches from my past life
If I ont' fuck her no more
It's because she didn't act right

Got no time to babysit
These hoes don't make no money
So i'm outchea on the grizzy
Cuss won't no one hustle for me

Fuck it, niggas dream of being
Who I lived to be for twenty years
Ask them bitches questions
All they tell you's that, I got no fears

No Kryptonite to my Superman
Ain't no cheating this nigga
Hit ya bitch in my living room
No TLC from this nigga

And now these women front
Telling lies upon my hang lows
Wrestle with these demons
Seeing shit from Kurt Angles

In these streets I got my stripes
Like a Cincinnati Bengal
The bangers all show me love
And the kid don't even bang tho

Get the swagger from my pops
Learned these chords from bumping Sango
Nigga Payton hit my phone and said
It ain't place i can't go

Cousin Court just hit my phone
& said to hit em with that Take-O
Then my moms just hit my phone &
Prayed that God would send me angels

Now I'm Up, Up

Up in the clouds
Fly away like Mr. Fredrickson
Tryna get a whip to wax on
Like Daniel son

Shaded sipping Screw
The flow sick I sip the medicine
And I have not failed, I can't fail
Thomas Edison

Shit is all lovely
Wearing rubbers, dodging huggies
All my youngins in the field
Strapped up, like it's rugby

Heard em talk a lot of talk
And that talk result to nothing
I'm the man up in my ends
And that's the end of that discussion

Niggas drop a lot of songs
But i don't hear em saying nothing
Posted with a lot of guns
But only cops is out here busting

Seen a nigga on the news
And his pic look like my cousin
Then I called em on the phone
And told that nigga I loved em

Told my girl to just hold on
It take some time and just be patient
Me and wave remade the gang
I know these niggas still hating

But all my youngins
Tryna hustle till they Russell
Tryna make it out the bottom
Like some flowers in the rubble

All my old friends flipped
And none of them niggas tumbled
But it's hard to split this money
I'm glad you saved me the trouble

Gotta eat up all the bass
And then I save me some of the treble
You niggas still smoking mid
My roll is filled with loud by decibels

Check my credentials
My niggas know I'm good for the business
I work it out on these hoes
They know I'm good for the fitness

My bank just had some space
But now it's good for the riches
My phone was empty baby girl
But now it's good for your digits

I'm good for the women
And you know D'Shaun love the children
So I guess my only shit is
I ont' fuck with you niggas

Brah who sleeping on?
Women 10 & 9's all cinnamon
Chain on icing, pockets roll
It's all Cinnabon

Flows Minute-Maid
Momma mentioned mans a minute man
And she done had many men
Make more minutes than minute man, man

This real life
No cgi or affects on the big screens
Call my niggas Royalty
Put crowns on the whole team