I see your b*tch
She looking at Kydd
I think she gonna choose
I got homeies that wear body amour
That’s a Gundam suit
I make money off of music
Now I ain’t gotta move
All you do is win win win
No matter what it is hard to lose
So let me address this sh*t right now
Tell XXL that I want the mother f*cker cover
No i got management backfire by a legend
Hey Jim, can we start sh*tting on these f*ckers
To rap like me, you got to be out of your mind a little bit
But not enough to f*ck up the process of killing sh*t
Obviously you never gonna stopping my prime
The industry thought I would be good enough to fill the position
Killing the sh*t, while I’m drilling these b*tchies
You better remember the name b*tch, its Kydd
I ain’t f*ckin around
Or f*cking up, all you b*tches do is f*ck up the sound
So hang it up and get smoked like a couple of pounds
I’m way better than average
I wanna beat you, a savage
Yeah my flows they vary
You just rap ever badly
I bag the beat
No fear of Bradly
When the pen and paper meet, I’m savvy b*tch
I’ve been racing the clock with V8 that OK
I’ve drink my RedBull, you see these wings b*tch
I got words by the head falls like where’s my headphones
You could never stop this lead flow
Like a water of flint
If you get offend by this sh*t
Then I’m saying you can all eat a di*k
I represent where I'm from
If you outside looking in
I got a intricate tongue, and your about to get lick
A Michigan reprehensive in this b*tch killing everything
There’s no option outside my settings to chill, just kill sh*t
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