Kennedy Rd. KILLY

[Chorus]
I ain't never lovin' bitch, I'm hard luck
I just beat the pussy like a gum-ball
I say come and kick it with a rockstar
She said okay, meet you in Toronto
She just love my vibe and my energy
Please don't hit my line, you not friend with me
You ain't on my grind, you an enemy
Just me, myself, and I down on Kennedy Road

[Verse 1]
Bleacher view, perspective NFL (NFL)
Whip up in them churches, it was hell (it was hell)
Killy Season, workin' on the glo (on the glory)
No more moving chickens by this door (no more, sorry)
I just spent a year up on my ones
Watch me stretch it, flip it for the funds (take a photo)
Talkin', makin' watts do acrobatics (acrobatics)
Talkin', make 'em spend it then I stack it (then I stack it)
Sega Rico, Sega, that's what's up
I be having issues with the trust
She keep saying something 'bout her man (who?)
So I finessed her out her love
Ego getting bigger by the bread
Spending too much time in the ends
I ain't really into making friends
Tell me where they was, they left for dead
I been counting blessings, shit is feeling like a movie
Every night this paradise, we sippin', smoking spooky
She was talkin' 'bout I hit it raw up like some sushi
But I can't fuck with her, I got issues, she might fool me