[Intro]
Yeah
Krept, Kones
Play dirty, in the building
Come on
Daily Duppy, GRM Daily
Young Kingz out now, go get that
Happy birthday Kones
[Verse 1: Krept]
Fuck our generation, hypocrisy's amazing
You're pointing at us rappers, saying that we work with Satan
Drinks, drugs, sex, raving
You're just as bad as the one that you're calling a mason
Fruits of labour, please get me out this dark hole
Chicks won't even look at you, if you don't have a car doe
Love niggas in the limelight, shallow jezzies
Youths killing over phones, now there's another black burried
I've seen a couple man go here
The hood's bananas so I pray for my peers
Might get left bloody, I told you already
If you're always in the hood you can die like Kenny
Don't want my mum to bury me like the usual
And have her singing hymns at my funeral
Cause hood niggas letting bullets fly on some other shit
Might hit your adams family and get your cousin hit
It's mad here, some of my brothers still on that same shit
Getting rid of two packs, I ain't seeing no changes
They might catch you slipping while you're eating in places
Then mark your face while you're eating a Danish
I came from the rubble with my homies
Now them rocks got my brothers in Stonie
Rap star so them females approach me
Big woman want my wood, that's adultery
I don't trust niggas, these girls, no chance
How you gonna snake me if I only trust Ko' bruh
These girls got poor traits, she'll leave you with a broke heart
In school she'll give you lergies
Now that bitch might give you herpies
You won't hear nothing realer
These chicks will deceive ya
So girls, I trust none cause they're no Mother Theresa
Claiming she a good girl and she praying to the father
Claiming she a church girl 'til a boy walked past her
Yeah
Krept, Kones
Play dirty, in the building
Come on
Daily Duppy, GRM Daily
Young Kingz out now, go get that
Happy birthday Kones
[Verse 1: Krept]
Fuck our generation, hypocrisy's amazing
You're pointing at us rappers, saying that we work with Satan
Drinks, drugs, sex, raving
You're just as bad as the one that you're calling a mason
Fruits of labour, please get me out this dark hole
Chicks won't even look at you, if you don't have a car doe
Love niggas in the limelight, shallow jezzies
Youths killing over phones, now there's another black burried
I've seen a couple man go here
The hood's bananas so I pray for my peers
Might get left bloody, I told you already
If you're always in the hood you can die like Kenny
Don't want my mum to bury me like the usual
And have her singing hymns at my funeral
Cause hood niggas letting bullets fly on some other shit
Might hit your adams family and get your cousin hit
It's mad here, some of my brothers still on that same shit
Getting rid of two packs, I ain't seeing no changes
They might catch you slipping while you're eating in places
Then mark your face while you're eating a Danish
I came from the rubble with my homies
Now them rocks got my brothers in Stonie
Rap star so them females approach me
Big woman want my wood, that's adultery
I don't trust niggas, these girls, no chance
How you gonna snake me if I only trust Ko' bruh
These girls got poor traits, she'll leave you with a broke heart
In school she'll give you lergies
Now that bitch might give you herpies
You won't hear nothing realer
These chicks will deceive ya
So girls, I trust none cause they're no Mother Theresa
Claiming she a good girl and she praying to the father
Claiming she a church girl 'til a boy walked past her
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