Karma lyrics
by Don Q
[Verse 1]
Karma is a b*tch and we still f*ckin'
I just took a pink pill and I don't feel nothin'
I hear n*ggas name droppin' but they still duckin', better hit the chill button
Nah, for real, youngin', I send hitters in the field huntin'
n*ggas iffy, it get risky, heard they tryna squeeze on me
Play that city with my blicky and about twenty-two Gs on me
Ds on me like I'm ridin' 'round with twenty-two keys on me
Gotta watch my moves when I'm in the post like I got Kennith Faried on me
Let's go hit a lick, alright
Let's pour some sip alright
I don't like my sh*t on ice
Tryna snipe that b*tch on site
Go get a sponsor, we the ones that made the f*ckin' city bonkers
n*gga, meet us at the top and then we'll see who really climbin'
In the Lamb', I race it like a Tonka
Candy paint it, Willy Wonka
Who grew the weed? I'm tryna have a conversation with a farmer
Like, who believe you lil' dirty n*ggas make it any farther?
Like, true indeed, I do you dirty if you take it any farther, n*gga
[Verse 2]
Don't jump in grown folks business, how the f*ck you get involved?
Life was easy with this [?] before they had the chip installed
Cops tryna find prints, tell 'em n*ggas kiss a frog
My Glock 9 is immature, on God, I feel appalled
f*ck the sugar coatin', I'm in BK fully loaded
Tryna leave this n*gga twirlin' if he pop out any moment
Yo' boss got you shootin' vids in the buildin' lookin' homeless
Shook opponent, rob him when his album drop, that's good promotion
I heard a rapper hittin' Wired, he left with his eye black
And his watch snatched, go to TMZ to blog that
I got Carfax, we paradin' where they march at
Go spin the block, go get the watch before you try to respond back
The motherf*ckin' irony, these n*ggas tryin' me, this ain't a rivalry
When n*ggas out of line all we know is reactin' violently
Stay out the way and off the phone, my lawyer keep advisin' me
Come out to play, you all alone, don't hide from me, lil' n*gga
For real
[Outro]
For real
I'm the reason that you n*ggas lit
I deserve a finder's fee
Pay homage without me, you'll be minor league, for real
(b*tch, Don)