Mas Que K.A.A.N.

[Intro]
Blev

[Chorus]
How the fuck them boys do it again?
Still connected with my brothers, rolling weed in the Benz
We used to split up them McDoubles when we had no ends
So where you get it, well it really depends
I treat mine like a RICO
All my niggas really on one
If you tryna make a mill', you better treat it like a RICO
Closed mouths don't get fed
A nigga tryna get bread is what it is

[Verse 1]
I recall as a youngin, we were starving
(god damn)
In a two bedroom trailer, nigga them times was the hardest (god damn)
Making something outta nothing, you ain't even got enough to meet the margin
(no sir)
Then they wonder why I'm heartless
Phone's still ringing, who calling? Who calling?
Big checks still coming in often
I been on a mission for too long
I eat beat like crouton
Outta my mind, my neutron
Push to start to neutral
Flow like Kama Sutra
I been elusive, nigga I'm fucking moving
Know what the hell I'm doing
Show improvement, put it inside the head
Like my shit tight like dreadlock yes god