K&A Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
You know
She called me on my phone, asked me what I’m sippin’ on
Look
Louis in my cup
Louis on my clothes
Lou smoking gabagoo, we pass that pick n’ roll
My white tee be so crisp, look like the fresh tips on her toes
All my money straight, so Aminé never fold
I’m back on, back on, back on shit
They thought was hard, I passed on bitch
I’m Dre I get my Mac on, if that ass is fast I last long
Found solace in promises
Kept by bitches who swallowin’
All my kids, they keep gobblin’
Write for who? They keep hollerin’
A&R’s with the silencers, shot for us, but we silence ’em
N***** hate but they wanna be us
Jealousy be so fond of us
Presidential on my wrist, now I’m the head of state
Everybody want the fame, but don’t know what it take
Can’t be your true self while seeking validation
Gotta learn to let go, that’s infatuation
I said, can’t be your true self while seeking validation
Gotta learn to let go, that’s infatuation
So it’s K to the, A to the
A to the, K to the
Doin’ what we want ’cause we want n****
I said it’s it’s K to the, A to the
A to the, K to the
Doin’ what we want ’cause we want n****
Leases on your chain, leases on your chain
Your ego got a ego, now your ego got a chain
Mi amigo pobrecito, be yourself and stay the same
It’s hard to keep your friends when you just friendly for the fame
More cap in this rap shit than your graduation
Hatin’ n***** be the ones out here congratulatin’
I don’t know who you are, beef aint nothin’ to moi
N***** be delusional, thinking we close but we far
You out of place
Get my weed out of state
Pretty bitches give me face
On her knees like rolling trays
Got a main and bae
Don’t care what these n***** say
Ballin’ fuck a resume
Pull her hair, fuck the lace
(That’s very true)
I got plaques to give my kids
But until I’m six feet deep, I will continue to run this shit
Can’t be your true self while seeking validation
Gotta learn to let go, that’s infatuation
I said, can’t be your true self while seeking validation
Gotta learn to let go, that’s infatuation
So it’s K to the, A to the
A to the, K to the
Doin’ what we want ’cause we want n****
I said it’s it’s K to the, A to the
A to the, K to the
Doin’ what we want ’cause we want
Hatin’ n***** I’m sick of
When we talk you listen
Fight in me my fist up
Control shit like SZA
Hatin’ n***** I’m sick of
When we talk you listen
Fight in me my fist up
Control shit like SZA
Yeah
Wake up, wake up
Yeah, yeah
Wake up
Gone for a moment but not forever, not for long
Throw up your K&A’s
Remind these n***** man, look
Hoes who used to play me get the Michael B
My biggest haters n***** who didn’t make the league
Sold out dates
Seen on seven seas
Bluetooth connected to a thousand SUV’s
Y’all bought the same fit, but couldn’t buy the steeze
Rappers kick the same shit, but couldn’t match the fee
Bitch I’m in my bag, not in the industry
The flow so player play this shit in the limousine
Okay, rappers wrap it up
KAYTRAMINÉ best rap album, competition none
“Underrated,” they tryna act like I ain’t drop seventy one
Sickamore said it best, all you n***** bums
These n***** keep on talkin’ in my ear like I care, but I don’t
Shorty’s unsending DM’s, that rappers won’t
Talk to me dicey
‘Cause they know the verse is getting very, very pricey
Call my n***** Richie when I need assurance
503 in AZ, bitch I look like Terrance
Know you listenin’, but you don’t fuckin’ hear us
Y’all can keep countin’ me out, I’m just gone my carats
I put Halle Berry in my close friends
Why the fuck would all you n***** think I need anymore friends?
I don’t like you rappers, I don’t like you hoes
Bitch I’m Calvin Klein and you are Kenneth Cole
Yeah, y’all talkin’ like we equals when we know you smeagles
Two face n***** don’t understand we gone see through
All that bullshit that you hiding
True colors always show, it’s always perfect timing