Tell Em

[Verse 1]
Look
Bitch, I hustle and flow, but my name ain't Terrence Howard
Yeah I gamble with this music, but I bet my bottom dollar
Did it all without diplomas, bitch, I've never been a scholar
Now I'm working with my idols, chopping shit like helicopters
I been froze like icicles, I'm too sick for a doctor
I could bully all these rappers, like I stuffed 'em in a locker
Got the game inside my reach, I won't finish 'til it's conquered
I don't trip off other people 'cause my footwork's always proper
I was raised to be a simple kind of man, it's just me against the world, with a simple kind of plan
And you know we keep those blunts full of Runtz when we face
So when I come around, you know it's a green day
Keep it to myself when you see me rolling by, though
Head on a swivel when I'm looking for the five-oh
I ain't bout to trip over a bitch, unless it's my hoe
'Cause if you want that package, then I pack you out with my smoke
It's Kydd, bitch!

[Chorus]
Don't tell ‘em what you ‘bout, show 'em what the fuck you ‘bout, Kydd
Don't tell ‘em what you ‘bout, show 'em what the fuck you ‘bout, Kydd
Don't tell ‘em what you ‘bout, show 'em what the fuck you ‘bout, Kydd!
Don't tell ‘em what you ‘bout, show 'em what the fuck you ‘bout, Kydd!!

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I am my brother's keeper, I put that on my soul
It's family over everything, I lose my shit and hit your home
I protect by any means, and I provide until i'm gone
If you know just what I mean, then you know where I'm coming from
I ain't no killer, but don't try to take my shit
I work hard for mine, like you work hard for your's
Get the pick, little bitch!
Like Michael Jackson's last tour: this is it (this is it)
I'm evolving everyday, bitch, I'm lit (bitch, I'm lit)
See, I broke off from the flow, now I'm jumping right back on it
I done killed so many beats, you'd think my studio was haunted
You can't tell how much I make, 'cause when I get it, I don't flaunt it
I could buy a jet to fly, and you'd never know I bought it
Boy, these bitches dumb as hell, I'm glad I came up by my shell
Otherwise, I'd probably believe everything these liars tell
Fuck yourself and your problems; misery likes company
And I ain't tryna be miserable, homie
You can't fuck with me
It's Kydd, bitch!

[Chorus]
Don't tell ‘em what you ‘bout, show 'em what the fuck you ‘bout, Kydd
Don't tell ‘em what you ‘bout, show 'em what the fuck you ‘bout, Kydd
Don't tell ‘em what you ‘bout, show 'em what the fuck you ‘bout, Kydd!
Don't tell ‘em what you ‘bout, show 'em what the fuck you ‘bout, Kydd!!