KiMANY!
(Drimboi Made Another Hit)
Came from the bottom
I was planning how to elevate
The money’s slow
But everyday we all accelerate
I guess it’s me
Who will have to mark the difference
Hey
I guess it’s Key
Who’s the reference for deliverance
Hey
Louis big bags
Fill them up with pounds
Now my shoulder heavy
Hit my chiropractor up
Licencia desde Nueva Delhi
DND my telephone
Don’t call the celly
Dinero conversación
I’m always ready
Set my heart alight
There’s no soul that can align
Keep on moving forward
Ain’t no time to go behind
I’m too hashtag different
Shoutout Aris, that’s my guy
Social media’s twisted
All these people live a lie
I don’t put no effort
I know my work is divine
All the bad that happened
Ain’t no way I can resign
All the darkness beaming
Ain’t no way that star gon’ shine
Even if I take a break
I know I’ll still be fine
Beats are always knocking
Drimboi never wasting time
Certain man be MIA
They move like say they got signed!
Like say they’re verified
Boy, you ain’t that guy
Me, I’m always humble
Always chill
I’m sipping wine
Never stressing ‘bout the roads
& wheels I cannot drive
I let nature take its course
I make the whole world mine
Bummy niggas making noise
& me, I’m hush like mime
Mind over matter;
They don’t matter
& me, I don’t mind
Combination Drim-Key
This come like a dream team
Roley on the left wrist
On the right’s the AP
Likkle men around me
Grinding since they’re 18
Gritty roads, they raised me
Nothing bout me been clean
Nothing bout me mediocre
Rari purple green like joker
Grinding from monday to sunday
Grinding from feb to october
All the other months for closure
Moving low, don’t want exposure
Had to tell my niggas chill
Like “composure lads, composure”
So damn high
Swear I can see the stars!
Move on my own accord
Like say I play guitar
These niggas chatting gas
You’d think they work for SPAR
These niggas want no beef
Because they know it’s war
Say you king, yeah?
But you ain’t reigning nun’
It ain’t a thing, yeah
To get that nigga dun’
Must not know where I’m from
Where tings really get done
The ocho (8) on my back
No, it ain’t there for nuttin’