KICKS Lyrics

It's Jesus

HFM

Go!

Look at the flick of my wrist

All of this chicken scratch you cannot read my lyrics

Shit don't make no sense

I think a lot of y'all don't know what real hip-hop is

Circumstances that we live

We was really 30 deep inside the crib

Feeding these kids more than their own families did

That's Hartsfield Mafia shit

I cant let nobody in

Where were you when I needed you, bitch

I take it all on the chin

Get back up with the vengeance

I bet it won't happen again

This world we live in

It's crazy and cold, nothing like when I was a kid

Well, maybe a little bit

But nowadays shit is different

Living in this life is sin

If you don't want smoke

Better put down those L&Ms

And then, and then, and then

And then, then, and then, then, and again, and again, and again

Better go tell a friend

To tell a friend to tell a friend

HFM until the end

Breaking bread but we won't bend

I'm kicking shit like Jackie Chan inside my whip

Kicking shit

Hit Mon-Lee, I break that brick

Elbow drop from the top

Now I'm the heartbreak kid

I'm tuning up the band

It's got a lot of kick

Drums, kick

Guns, kick

Come, quick

She dumb, thick

We gon' dip

You still stuck at your crib

I just copped a fit

Now I'm tryna get some kicks

Let's take it back to where the story begins

I was rapping and trapping with all of my friends

Right before 2010

The Hartsfield Mafia was born my friend

HFM forever, HFM to the end

That's the way that we riding bitch

Never seen the middle sound loop quite like this

Since back in the day it was every night like this

Drums, kick

Guns, kick

Come, quick

She dumb, thick

We gon' dip

You still stuck at your crib

I just copped a fit

Now I'm tryna get some kicks