Kentucky Saba
"Kentucky" by Saba, released in 2018, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of loss, identity, and the struggles of growing up in Chicago. The lyrics reflect on personal experiences and the impact of family and environment. Unique musical elements include introspective storytelling and a blend of jazz-infused beats, highlighting Saba's lyrical depth and emotional resonance. The song contributes to discussions about mental health and community challenges.
[Produced by Saba]
[Intro]
Haha, haha
Hey, fuck you John Walt, fuck you
Hey, shoutout to DJBooth.net
Free Jimmy
[Verse 1]
Man this nigga done lost his mind
So? I ain't lose my chick
To some nappy headed nigga with a fro
Like yo, did you lose your pick?
From where you can lose your life
Westside get crucial quick
Good kid, keep my head to the sky
Yo I don't even look down to piss
They need a shoulder I'm someone that they can pull on
I drop dynamite brewing it like I'm bull horn
You ain't hot to me who the fuck are you foolin'?
With some dynasty shit my nigga we Mulan
Austin officers incarcerated all of my associates
The only thing I'm 'bout to take shit over like Napoleon
Shit smooth like petroleum jelly, felly
My nigga sold weed in a Pelle Pelle
I'll take division ave until the last stop
Pivot be the team and y'all just mascot
She download my CD on her laptop
Never had shit, haves and have nots
Saba done got, a little more courage to verbally murder you
Certainly heard of him, whether city or suburban
She showin' the pearly whites in the second that she see me
Turn your ass to a ghost but my city is like a ouija
[Intro]
Haha, haha
Hey, fuck you John Walt, fuck you
Hey, shoutout to DJBooth.net
Free Jimmy
[Verse 1]
Man this nigga done lost his mind
So? I ain't lose my chick
To some nappy headed nigga with a fro
Like yo, did you lose your pick?
From where you can lose your life
Westside get crucial quick
Good kid, keep my head to the sky
Yo I don't even look down to piss
They need a shoulder I'm someone that they can pull on
I drop dynamite brewing it like I'm bull horn
You ain't hot to me who the fuck are you foolin'?
With some dynasty shit my nigga we Mulan
Austin officers incarcerated all of my associates
The only thing I'm 'bout to take shit over like Napoleon
Shit smooth like petroleum jelly, felly
My nigga sold weed in a Pelle Pelle
I'll take division ave until the last stop
Pivot be the team and y'all just mascot
She download my CD on her laptop
Never had shit, haves and have nots
Saba done got, a little more courage to verbally murder you
Certainly heard of him, whether city or suburban
She showin' the pearly whites in the second that she see me
Turn your ass to a ghost but my city is like a ouija
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