Right Here

[Verse 1: Kaysinners]

It figures that I'm wearing black. Tinted with facts , I fiddle with diamonds and packs ain't talking bout carrying straps. I never was wack. I come to your face with a bat. Only do it if it ain't one on one. Not the type to be pulling guns. I never even fucking shot a gun. But I have some darkness that will make em run. With my fist I can make it so gorier. Come with the vest like if I am a warrior. Stomp on your face just to make you a
Courier. Catch you telling your god "I want to be holier". I'm right here got time for no games. Trust me I don't have feelings to play, real mutha fuckas know what I am saying. All the haters can't leave cause I told em I'm staying. Ima big boss, ima boss up. All rappers getting washed up, many phonies and their times up . Cause they straight pussy but they talk "Tough". And I rap good and it's not luck. And I don't collab cause ya rhymes suck. Always talking about pussy , weed and money or repping gangs like if you been gunning but you not gunning. You ain't get caught so you been running. Real killas in jail cause they did something but you out in public saying you did something but you did nothing . Ha, I'm tired of lames. Kaysinners already rising to fame. Cause bars so hot like the sunniest days

[Chorus]

So let me tell you when you ask me where I'm at , I'm right here