Kepler-Kronic Lyrics

I got the Kepler kronic

I'm smoking the Kepler kronic

I'm spitting that Kepler kronic

We mixing that Kepler kronic

Gimme that Kepler kronic

She want the Kepler kronic

I'm selling that kepler kronic

I got the

Yo this shit sound like 2003, baggy clothes all surrounding me

I aint hit a joint in about a week, everybody looking like its Halloween

Lil bit of rum and a pile a green, stacking up all my collard greens

Why everybody tryna follow me? Not on the gram just on top of me

They just tryna follow my policy, its just loyalty and that honesty

And not losing site of what I'ma be, on the way to fulfilling my prophecy

They just tryna invade my privacy, Im just killin time, shout-out Odissee

Knowing someone like me is so odd to see, lil white boy grew up on Prodigy

And the mobb is deep, but I stay on my low-low

Only call them when the shit gettin loco

I'll throw these lil rappers in a mix of the Yogo

And put em in the freezer turn em bitches to Froyo

Holdup, look at the broke hoes

All on the gram making money off photos

Looking at my girl like she already know doe

Fuck a OnlyFans she would rather just go broke

And that's just how it is around here, lounge pants in my lounge chair

Makin' money while I'm outchea, yeah yeah yeah yeah

Empire shirt and my brown hair, "We oussiiiide" like the town fair

In my downtime I'm on cloud9, I blow out chron and keep clouds near

And that's just how it is around here, lounge pants in my lounge chair

Makin' money while I'm outchea, yeah yeah yeah yeah

Empire shirt and my brown hair, "We oussiiiide" like the town fair

In my downtime I'm on cloud9, I blow out chron and keep clouds near

Cause I got the Kepler kronic

I'm smoking that Kepler kronic

Gimme that Kepler kronic

She want the Kepler holdup

And I got the Kepler kronic

We spitting that Kepler kronic

We mixing that Kepler kronic

Man fuck all this Kepler yo

I got the… Ima rapping narcotic

You a rapping ass narc snitching on yourself talking bout the projects

Everyone a alcoholic, me and liquor don't digest

Take a look at my biceps, skinny boy with no triceps

Still cut and still eating decent, still tryn'a stay modest

Quit cigs for the NJOYs while I'm enjoying my chronic

Only did it for my daughter really, now I'm enjoying my goddess

Saw God in her eyes, I apologized, she replied, got it

Chronic smelling up in my drippy hoodie, eating edibles and different goodies

Family party I was in the kitchen putting THC up in the Christmas cookies

Selling chronic up in high school fucking up my money, fighting with the bullies

Smoking chronic is all I do, spitting chronic while somebody mix it for me