[Intro: Celis & The Kid Hater]
Celis, yeah
Check it
Look what we did, it's finally Cel & The Kid
So when the Rock get together, you already know what it is, shit
We innovators, we greater, something like a grater
You know I'm sharp on the mic let me kick it to Kid Hater, get 'em
Uh, Roxboro stand up!
[Verse 1: The Kid Hater]
I got you stuck off the realness
I wrote this after my dad illness
Keep it a buck with you I'm still sick
Six, six nigga one six
It's acrobatic how my life flipped
I'm hold memories like vice grips
For a minute couldn't write shit
Won't see me sweat I'm cool as icе is
Still chop a rapper up like ISIS
Every bar I writе is priceless
Think about it, I got the price list nigga
When I was nineteen it's like my mind was old
A diamond in a rough, shine and polish my grind was cold
A milli for bail, I need them dice P Dice roll
Hot boy fresh, I'm looking like a new bankroll
But they don't mention us, them nigga won't fame my people infamous
I've been influenced by many men who took fifty cent
And turn them into Gs, nobody just tryna pay the rent
I went in the trench, I hustled crack from a project bench
I stayed in my pocket, I moved more like a Carson Wentz
Niggas ride the fence, talk shit, then run and hide
Then try to trick daddy, I tell them niggas that's slip and slide
If life a roller coaster my nigga you know I'm here to ride
Can't nobody label my records Hater don't run with Jive
Celis, yeah
Check it
Look what we did, it's finally Cel & The Kid
So when the Rock get together, you already know what it is, shit
We innovators, we greater, something like a grater
You know I'm sharp on the mic let me kick it to Kid Hater, get 'em
Uh, Roxboro stand up!
[Verse 1: The Kid Hater]
I got you stuck off the realness
I wrote this after my dad illness
Keep it a buck with you I'm still sick
Six, six nigga one six
It's acrobatic how my life flipped
I'm hold memories like vice grips
For a minute couldn't write shit
Won't see me sweat I'm cool as icе is
Still chop a rapper up like ISIS
Every bar I writе is priceless
Think about it, I got the price list nigga
When I was nineteen it's like my mind was old
A diamond in a rough, shine and polish my grind was cold
A milli for bail, I need them dice P Dice roll
Hot boy fresh, I'm looking like a new bankroll
But they don't mention us, them nigga won't fame my people infamous
I've been influenced by many men who took fifty cent
And turn them into Gs, nobody just tryna pay the rent
I went in the trench, I hustled crack from a project bench
I stayed in my pocket, I moved more like a Carson Wentz
Niggas ride the fence, talk shit, then run and hide
Then try to trick daddy, I tell them niggas that's slip and slide
If life a roller coaster my nigga you know I'm here to ride
Can't nobody label my records Hater don't run with Jive
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