Lyiing Kiings lyrics

(Verse 1)

Every motherf*cker wanna copy
I be confident when I spit & you rappers c*cky
I ain't really hearing anything you say
Get the f*ck out my way, before the bodies be droppin’

I won't be stoppin' til I’m showing these lame cats
When I play games, it's for keeps, no take backs
You can save face, while I try to make raps
When I spray mates, on my grind to break backs

I been walking round beaming
Nobody wanna know how I been
I been trynna drown all my demons
But these motherf*ckers know how to swim

And I don't even know how to escape it
Drop one track, people thinking that I made it
Taggin' me in videos, you faggots better save it
I don't really care, cuz all you rappers comin' basic

I'mma hit em with the venom again
Won't stop me til I’m mentioned wit’ trem
I go hard til I'm sent to the pen
I got court on the seventh again, for sentencin’, then
Probably gettin' locked away
They might send me to t'ward cause I'm mental as them
I’m like Hopsin, aye; ill mind. Smokin' on the weed, to stop the pain
Cookin' on my goose, I'm just a rock away


(Hook)

Sick of living all these ghetto ways
Swear to god, I gotta get away
Take a shot, I'm trynna devestate, reality
Becuz I'm sick of trynna get it straight (x2)


(Verse 2)

All these kings lyiing like Zazu
Watch a real motherf*cker straight pass you
While I'm sitting sideways like my cars do
You make me wanna rap, making you thinkin' it's too hard to

Fake motherf*ckers coming like cartoons
Put the X on your eyes, you're a mark, dude
Hit a lame rapper up wit the harpoon
Or this tomahawk flow, as soon as I start to
Posted up with the raiders hat
Or in the bed with my bad b*tch laying back
Or in the lab wit my home boys makin' dabs
Yeah, you heard what I said.. There ain't no fakin' that

Don't believe it, I don't give a motherf*ck
Cuz lately, I ain't hearing nothing but
Made sick, and brainsick, out t'back of my truck
Cuz I'm ridin' thru, while y'faggots ridin' t'shuttlebus

My flow Doctor Clarence
But I still need my scales to balance
Never be given in. I be taking that challenge
Wit th bottle of xanny's, I could just take em and vanish

I been on the edge, been on the bridge
Yeah, been on the ledge, been on that binge
Yeah, Been off my head
But I'm killing these b*tches, I fill em wit lead

Won't stop til the team on the top
Huskii, son. Heated Muzic, he the cream of the crop
Give a motherf*cker a beat
I'mma chop it up into pieces, you'll see what I got

I make your brainumb like the blow do
Cuz Nobody know what I go through
I'mma let you down. I ain't trynna hold you, up
I'm too busy, on my grind, and I told you
I barely hold my sh*t together
Stuck in streets, on this sh*t forever
No umbrella, a dumb fella
So I sit in the rain, trynna switch the weather

(Hook)

Sick of living all living all these ghetto ways
Swear to god, I gotta get away
Take a shot, I'm trynna devestate, reality
Cuz I'm sick of trynna get it straight