Karoshi Lyrics

If you want a record I'm the engine

N'Golo

Kante

Goal Zone

Feel like I'm the only one with hope, Solo

Struggle at the door so

Hard to get my footing

Now I'm on the torso

T-shirts and the bookings

Brag about the hardest work that you don't even put in

Even pudding's harder than the work that you don't even put in

Russia mothafucker out my territory, Vlady Putin

Puttin' people in they place since I was hiding kush in cushions

I forgot her name, so baby wouldn't lemme put my wood in

She just lubricate the tip and then she blow me like a woodwind

Who the fuck you think you is

I will jump you and your kids

Eat and people want a piece I keep my gun inside my fridge

Bitch, I'm hungry as it gets

Said it was, and now it is

I dont pass the fire, baby only cum inside my crib, like

I say I rap and people think that it's a joke, joke, joke, joke, joke, joke

So I used to try and keep it on the low, low, low, low, low, low

Now the scret's out and everybody know, know, know, know, know

They'll be laughin at me 'til the day I blow, blow, blow

If I ever fuckin' blow, blow, blow, blow

Unload the day's stress with a slow breath

Pussy fairies gettin' gone, I just go n' get

Trap rapper ass backwards in a cold sweat

'Cause my sound check be more rowdy than your whole set

I kill the game, so my shawty smokin

Tried to rip apart my heart, but thot, it's already broken

Posse growing, so the bandwagon fillin up quickly

Reserve ya spot today cause pretty soon the party's closing

Token omnipotent

All the homies going "holy smoke" 'cause on the day that I was blown, a God was chosen

Everybody follow me because I follow omens

Hide your bitches, I got more game than Ronaldo's coaches

Had to pave a way and make an individual

Staying plain and safe had made me go insane and miserable

Moving so silent that I'm basically invisible

Brain so strong that I'm breakin' the invincible

Makin' a militia, who willing to bleed for me

Buzzing, ain't nobody 'round me that don't need the bee

I think you heard about a different party homie, 'cause we headed to 5th Avenue

You're on your way to Easy Street

People talk to me as if I was sane

As if I'm normal tryna tell me I should buy me a chain, listen

I don't glisten, I got ice in my veins

I'mma go down swingin' and never get a strike to my name, it's human

I say I rap and people think that it's a joke, joke, joke, joke, joke, joke

So I used to try and keep it on the low, low, low, low, low, low

Now the scret's out and everybody know, know, know, know, know

They'll be laughin at me 'til the day I blow, blow, blow

If I ever fuckin' blow, blow, blow, blow