Kool-Aid Lyrics

Just a Carolina Nigga

Just a Carolina Nigga

Just a Carolina Nigga

Just a Carolina Nigga

Just a Carolina Nigga

Just a Carolina Nigga

Just a Carolina Nigga

Just a Carolina Nigga

Just a Carolina nigga Carolina right in front of me

At the age of five already knew what I was gonna be

Get college degree and move to Texas where the tumbleweed

Seems to be the only thing resulting from the summer breeze

I know the city wanted me a life of ease

But ain't nobody ask if that's the right for me

I remember hitting games when I was young

The Kool-Aid that was brewing in veins had begun

So many options for college, but I felt I had one

Where I'm from that seems to be the only way you make funds

Ain't no stars in my city, never seen a fancy car in my city

So I found a new meaning for city limits

Obsession for whip made me want Mercedes tinted

When I rapped my dreams were capped by the doubt they would play my lyrics

Was a Kool-Aid sipping and I hate it

Prolly why every rapper from my state done graduated now

Drop that shit now don't spill it

How come we ain't never make our own village

Teacher never told me I could own business

Just a bunch of sugar highs from these grown niggas

I had millions in my view, but I was blinded by the kool

If you wanna get a lambo then you gotta go to school

Drinking this Kool-Aid prolly what's gon kill the youth

And yeah we still gon drink it cuz that's just what niggas do

How the fuck did make mama proud lead me to depression

Frustration is the only explanation for aggression

I'm lucky God gave me smarts so I ain't pressing

At the top of my class and I ain't listen to a lesson

Always thought I'd be a nigga that would stand on the profit

My fucking degree is worthless, yall still glad that I got it

Nobody did me a service, how I'm finna break a long line of curses

But couldn't break through the wall, as I veer I feel withdrawls

Of all benefits the Kool-Aid bring , southern comfort of knowing I'm paid on 15th

Stability at first seem solid

But the goal was to need a bigger a wallet

Daily somebody gon see me on TV or the tropics

With people that ain't knowing what I do, but know I got it

Cuz profit makes you poppin

The system was designed to keep us niggas as the victim

If I'm blessed then why I'm slated to get this weed by the prescription

I was groomed the drink the Kool-Aid if I don't who gon care?

To get a job in an office where they touch sisters hair

Or don't hire them for such, am I lying if I saying that we stuck

Under their rules this slavery part two

More indentured so now all my ventures gon bring credentials

But the sweet grape flavor still lingering on my mental

Some people wanting them a life that's uneventful

But I only got one and nigga that ain't what I'm into

Drop that shit now don't spill it

How come we ain't never make our own village

Teacher never told me I could own business

Just a bunch of sugar highs from these grown niggas

I had millions in my view, but I was blinded by the kool

If you wanna get a lambo then you gotta go to school

Drinking this Kool-Aid prolly what's gon kill the youth

And yeah we still gon drink it cuz that's just what niggas do