Slick Shit

[Verse 1]
Yeah...
You learn a lot when ya' broke but I ain't never goin' back
Now I'm pushing black on black
With this sweet 'n' sour pack
Seem like everybody switch when they stepping up to bat
Boy, I'm solid and you not, there ain't no respecting that
Yeah you know my fuckin' name 'cause I put that on the map
Look, if I was you I'd chill, homie
Realize where you at
Steppin' outside in this real world could be a fuckin' trap
So put on your thinking cap before you get your thinking capped
I'm getting better and better and better
I'm telling you I'm the nеw Meta
See, I ain't the one that'll movе when you tell us
When I'm in these waters, I move like propellers

Fuck what you sayin', man, I got the recipe
And if you still sleepin', I hope you rest in peace

See, I don't gotta put a video to everything I got
I'm a volcanic rapper, I spit fire off the top
This is just a taste for all my shit that's 'bout to pop
Consider this a sorry for the wait until these records drop (Hahaha) *sigh*

[Interlude]
Man, I ain't even put a hook on this
Fuck it, man, I'm going back in…

[Verse 2]
I don't do no new friends; I just fuck with day ones
Married to the game, but we all know that's fake love
You see a snake inside my grass, you better say sum'n
'Cause if you don't that usually means you also have a snake tongue
Moving by myself, boy, I'm silent
You don't see no pics
Inside of my movie, you ain't nothing but an extra script
Inside of my pocket is a .40 with an extra clip
And inside of your heart is more pussy than estrogen
Damn…
I don't give a fuck, I'ma keep this shit a buck
Got a problem, say something
Yeah, I know who trust
Clearly you are not with us, your opinion means nothing
See, I'm a pain in all these rapper's asses
I bet I leave their fuckin' record labels flabbergasted
And I'm pulling strings like a Stratocaster
If you thought you're ass was ahead of me
Then you had it backwards
It's Kydd, bitch
Hahaha