KARATE KID Lyrics

Yeah, Uhm

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Uh

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Feels so mother fucking great to be underrated

Everyday mother fucker leaving faceless

That just means that I got big smiles on

How much you want to make in a day Ima say thousands

Walk in the room I feel the energy

Hawk with the eyes I feel them on me

Fog encroaching all around me

Producing since I was a Lil pupa bee

I don't own the room I just exist with ya

Gold crown on a throne, something I can't picture

It's the liquid word mixer fixer

Like my girl thicker with a lil mixture

Rich like dark chocolate chip

Pictured with a daughter and a Mrs

Right now just spitting for the future

Working on being a Storm Trooper

My aims been off since a little kid

Being fucked up, something I'll admit

Tried my hand at being the Karate Kid

Only tried that for a little bit

My aims been off since a little kid

Being fucked up, something I'll admit

Tried my hand at being the Karate Kid

I ain't Daniel, something I'll at admit yeah

Feel like Lando the way I bagged a Solo

Feel like Andre the way I've been so low

Stagnant is what I don't know

Dancing up and down the boat though

I the future with a Kama Sutra

You'll be rich as fuck like Mansa Musa

Answering calls on a beach in Cuba

With Tupac apparently

Scuba

Dive in the mind on a night it's quite divine

Gave the means to survive and thrive but strive to find new heights over the deprived cities of life

Price

Watch how he dripping the walk

And he stick in the talk

Drop dick and I'm off

Flow slick

Put him on a beat and watch how he morph

Feet on the concrete but still looking at the sky

My aims been off since a little kid

Being fucked up, something I'll admit

Tried my hand at being the Karate Kid

Only tried that for a little bit

My aims been off since a little kid

Being fucked up, something I'll admit

Tried my hand at being the Karate Kid

I ain't Daniel, something I'll at admit yeah

Watch how he effortfully flows over the gold tone

Putting words together like Roald Dahl

Oh lord

Over the bars, he just rolls down

Slowdown time for the people in the back now

Go now

Spitting like I was an infant in the kitchen cooking up the Christmas dinner with the chicken, no one catch me slipping, I don't need the mittens I handle the heat

I feel like Tyson over the beat

Dripping slipping over the hits, The Kid

Flow so slick like the worm, A bit

Dabble in a little mischief, I kid

I Don't do non of that shit

Been so down I thought I went mental

Only thing I went mental on was instrumentals

I respect women That's down to my parental

Rhymes roll off my tongue like my pencil

My aims been off since a little kid

Being fucked up, something I'll admit

Tried my hand at being the Karate Kid

Only tried that for a little bit

My aims been off since a little kid

Being fucked up, something I'll admit

Tried my hand at being the Karate Kid

I ain't Daniel, something I'll at admit yeah