KAI, Pt. 2 Lyrics

I'm the same nigga I was in the past

Except now I ain't as cheap

Yeah, I changed just a little

So I could be who I'm gon' be

Smokin' chains I feed all my habits

'Fore I go to sleep

On my world

No relationship I need is bittersweet

On the gang you got some bad intentions

Fuck away from me

When I'm on

Constant filter for the tension in my tea

I turned my back to the fuckin' world

'Cause they can't rock with me

I'm on attack, over-animosity

Yeah, fuck lettin' shit be

I'm always studying the fuckin' room

I ain't even gotta cheat

You out yo mind

Why you act so clueless

I don't wanna speak

Out of my body I feel ruined

Locked my tomb now I can't breathe

I feel like I'm stuck on the moon

I'm in my third eye you see

Yeah, I been gettin' by you see

We in that zero percent tint

Bae are you gon' slide with me

Yeah, she my ride or die on E

She got so wet it's like a Slip N Slide oowee

Talk to my back 'cause you never in front

Breakin' that DistroKid every month

It's gettin' harder to tell, the fuck do you want?

Am I ringin' a bell, the fuck is you on?

You sayin' It's not, it was what it was

Switchin' the sides in Walkman 1's

Split it with the guys doin' what we want

Man, you gotta retire you know I'm the one

He got no armor I'm switchin' the gun

Everybody pop out loud with some

This ain't stealth, smokin' loud or some

Gang up on my shoulders

We get paid splittin' it several ways

My soul on Minnesota

I need a fire, just give me seven days

I was always lookin' at the ground

Couldn't see my dreams

Reason why I'm always in the clouds

But I never sleep

Up until the plane comin' down

Better look up to me

I fell out but I took a look around

Ain't not Santa B

My life is gon' be what it should be

And when I'm in it

Girl, you better make it loud, talk to me

I'm in the front row

You in the back of the crowd

Where you should be

I'm on stage though

And my lyrics ain't sneaky but they could be

This the one that go out to the critics

Keep on tappin' in

I stopped givin' fucks about opinions

I ain't ask for it

I just broke another generation curse

You can't imagine it

Pop my shit on purpose on the curb

Like an accident

All that back and forth

It don't mean shit if it ain't accurate

Bae, tell these niggas

I'm the shit post-laxative

And I still want that E30 coupe

With cameras in the back of it

I wrote "LLL" on my shoe

I need you back again

I get payed exactly what I'm owed

It don't make no cents

Don't want no attachment to my soul

But I count my sins

If you can't see where I'm at

Then I'm on go, while I find my zen

I do what I want not what I'm told

I can deal with lightning

Once bitten, can't put it on what I think

Bet it would be different

If you seen what I've seen

And this for everybody that don't like me

Stay in yo place stay up out mine