KINTE! lyrics

[Verse 1: Marrgielaa]
Uh
Touching the Glock, man they thought I was rapin'
I’m going up and I know they hatin'
I’m sippin Drank, I ain't with the vaping
I’m smoking weed like I'm a Jamaican
I’m smoking now I can’t breathe, Floyd
If I see 12, n*gga, then avoid
Off the percs, I don’t f*ck with the steroids
Trap phone, I ain’t using no droid
Smoking on loud, I can't hear no noise
I'm in the streets, I ain’t have no choice
b*tch I'm on TV, like The Voice
I'm on the percs, shaking like I'm Boyce
I-I'm on the percs, it’s making me sweat
I'm with yo b*tch, gettin' her wet
n*gga's be queer talking on the net
Say you want smoke?, Okay n*gga, bet
Been in the field, n*gga like a Vet
I'm up in New York, likе the Nets
Been in the fiеld, slaving like Kinte
Chains on my neck, feelin' like Kinte
I put in work, n*gga like Kinte
I'm in the village, n*gga like I’m Kinte

[Verse 2: SmokingSkul]
Huh, phew
I don’t want them cigs n*gga, Eric Garner
I’m in the fields, George Washington Carver
I’m off the blue chew, it make me harder
Cut off the brick, like I went to Harvard
He smoke the dab pen with a Charger
I turn the trap house to a parlor
I’m not a lick n*gga, that’s for starters
Phew, huh
Who that is in that Ford?
I send a atheist to the Lord
We turn his whole hood to a morgue
That n*gga dead, you should pull the cord
If he don’t got bread, he gon' get ignored
I don’t want peace, n*gga no award
I stay in the trap, in the 5th Ward
I got the whips, n*gga like I’m Kinte
She tried to come for me, I’m like Kinte
I’m in the field, n*gga like I’m Kinte
Plug got a fro' I'ma call him Kinte
Gucci headband, n*gga like a sensei
I got a wife beater, like a Ese
Where the fiends at? I can’t say
I’m in the penthouse, like I'm Jesse
[Verse 3: Marrgielaa]
I’m in the penthouse sticked up (f*ck)
That n*gga a b*tch and he got his b*tch took
Try to be me, told him be you
Been in the trap, since Grade 2
I pop out the cut, then I start to shoot
THAT n*ggA A FAGGOT, YEAH THAT BOY A FRUIT
You in a taxi, b*tch I’m up in a coupe
f*ckin' that b*tch, then she get the boot
I took the Xanax, no Perc
n*gga got popped, now he in the dirt
n*gga got popped, now he on a shirt
b*tch I'm rich, I don’t need to work
Boy you my son, n*gga I’m yo' idol
Call you a b*tch, now you suicidal
You gon' get killed, make yo' ass a title

Yeah n*gga, they gon' kill yo' ass and make yo' ass a title n*gga, R.I.P f*ckin' faggot

[Verse 4: Lawsy]
Hold on, who that is in the Hellcat?
I hit a lick, and I’m finna spin back
Where yo' chain go? Come get yo' sh*t back
I went broke, so my ass hit the trap
I got rich, got a bag from packs
I got rich, got a bag from crack
Kickin' doors, I’ma take them racks
I’m a drug addict boy, I just tried crack
I slide with a Glock .17, and a Mac
I got a blue beam on the Glock
Oh you wanna talk down? You get shot
I took me a perc, and I cannot stop
WE SENDIN' SHOTS TIL' HIS BODY DROP
I was like 13 sellin' wock
If you wanna talk down you get robbed
Fast money, I'm in love with the fraud
Run up on me, you can get dropped
Who the f*ck?
I don't need goons, just me and that Glock
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot
f*ckin' on 3 b*tches, 3 thots
Who the f*ck, who the f*ck?, who the f*ck?, who the f*ck?
Gang, for real
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh