S.O.S lyrics

[Chorus: K.A.A.N]
All these rappers they just say the same sh*t man
All they talk about is flickin' where they wrist at
Maison Margiela 150 with a thick b*tch
Nice house, fast car, with a big cheque
All these rappers they just say the same sh*t man
All they talk about is flickin' where they wrist at
Maison Margiela 150 with a thick b*tch
Nice house, fast car, with a big cheque
All these rappers they just say the same sh*t man
All they talk about is flickin' where they wrist at
Maison Margiela 150 with a thick b*tch
Nice house, fast car, with a big cheque

[Verse 1: K.A.A.N.]
I feel [?] with some co-lieutenants
No co-dependents, dem boys actin' like some co-defendants
For lower sentences, they sell their souls
It's so pathetic
I roll the sess to ease the stress, successive meditation
My mind a maze, amazed that I ain't gone insane or crazy
Never that
Tell them motherf*ckers I'ma go-getter
Told n*ggas that I'm the sickest when my flow pick-up
Show stopper, the chief rocker
Got that Boom Shaka Laka Laka
Sick call a doctor
I step, and I step
And I [?], and I [?]
And I move, and I move
When I do what I do
And I step, and I step
And I [?], and I [?]
And I move, and I move
When I do what I do
Don't be foolish now, just simmer down
That life you knew, with this sh*t cool it now, no foolin' 'round
That's yo' perspective, oh you [?] out
I heard they sick of us, they can't get rid of us
I tell 'em pick it up, they mad 'cause they got no initiative
They pitiful, I pen these sentences, plentiful pictures bruh
The issue was that stupid is as stupid does, f*ck that
I ain't followin' another motherf*cker, hell naw
If you don't do it for the love, you played the game all wrong
[Verse 2: Bleverly Hills]
This always happens to me, the whole team ridin' wit' me
I'm low-key fightin' my desire just to be over this thing
I'm so devoted you see, I'm locked and loaded this spring
c*ck back, walk back and open carry this thing
I hope I bury it deep, my load is heavy this week
My only family don't get it, I only tell 'em good things
They're just afraid to admit it, they think I'm too old for drinks
I think that this sh*t will show 'em, I told em that in my teens
I'm over rollies and rings
The public showin' their pain, I hope my music can help
My focus really done changed
I hope it changes for you, I feel some hate just like you
Sometimes I fake being cool
Workin' on changing the rules, ooh

[Chorus: K.A.A.N]
All these rappers they just say the same sh*t man
All they talk about is flickin' where they wrist at
Maison Margiela 150 with a thick b*tch
Nice house, fast car, with a big cheque
All these rappers they just say the same sh*t man
All they talk about is flickin' where they wrist at
Maison Margiela 150 with a thick b*tch
Nice house, fast car, with a big cheque
All these rappers they just say the same sh*t man
All they talk about is flickin' where they wrist at
Maison Margiela 150 with a thick b*tch
Nice house, fast car, with a big cheque
[Instrumental w/ distorted voice]

[Chorus]
All these rappers they just say the same sh*t man
All they talk about is flickin' where they wrist at
Maison Margiela 150 with a thick b*tch
Nice house, fast car, with a big cheque
All these rappers they just say the same sh*t man
All they talk about is flickin' where they wrist at
Maison Margiela 150 with a thick b*tch
Nice house, fast car, with a big cheque
All these rappers they just say the same sh*t man
All they talk about is flickin' where they wrist at
Maison Margiela 150 with a thick b*tch
Nice house, fast car, with a big cheque