LYRICS
作词 : Frand
作曲 : Frand
编曲 : Frand
New Kung Fu Kenny
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Y'all know, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
I'm willin' to die for this s**t
I done cried for this s**t, might take a life for this s**t
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this s**t
D.O.T. my enemy, won't catch a vibe for this s**t, ayy
I been stomped out in front of my momma
My daddy commissary made it to commas
B***h, all my grandmas dead
So ain't nobody prayin' for me, I'm on your head, ayy
Thirty millions later, know the feds watchin'
Auntie on my Telegram like, "Be cautious!"
I be hangin' out at Tam's, I be on Stockton
I don't do it for the 'Gram, I do it for Compton
I'm willin' to die for this s**t, n****
I'll take your f***in' life for this s**t, n****
We ain't goin' back to broke, family sellin' dope
That's why you maney-ass rap n****s better know
If I gotta slap a p****-a** n****, I'ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a b***h, I'ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
An imaginary rich n****, ayy
Seven figures ho, that's slimmer than my b***h figure, ayy
Goin' digital and physical on all y'all, ayy
Bunch of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Relocate, jump on the same G5
Checkin' for me heavy 'cause I go yeah, I go yeah
They never been ready, yeah, I know yeah, know yeah
100K spread across the floor, 'cross the floor, yeah
None of y'all f***in' with the flow yeah, the flow yeah
Years in the makin', and don't y'all mistake it
I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' about races
You know this'll never be a tie, just look at their laces
You know careers take off, just gotta be patient
Mr. One through Five, that's the only logic
Fake my death, go to Cuba, that's the only option
If I gotta slap a p****-a** n****, I'ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a b***h, I'ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won't take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element
Damned if I do, if I don't (yuh)
Goddamn us all if you won't (yuh)
Damn, damn, damn, it's a goddamn shame
You ain't front line, get out the goddamn way
N****s thought they wasn't gonna see me, huh?
N****s thought that K-Dot real life
Was the same life they see on TV, huh?
N****s wanna flex on me and be in L.A. for free, huh?
Next time they hit the 10 freeway, we need a receipt, huh?
'Cause most of y'all ain't real
Most of y'all gon' squeal
Most of y'all just envy, but jealousy get you killed
Most of y'all throw rocks and try to hide your hand
Just say his name and I promise that you'll see Candyman
Because it's all in your eyes, most of y'all tell lies
Most of y'all don't fade, most of y'all been advised
Last LP I tried to lift the black artists
But it's a difference between black artists and wack artists
If I gotta slap a p****-a** n****, I'ma make it look sexy
It's the one and only, the world's greatest, the Kid Capri
If I gotta go hard on a b***h, I'ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy