Overstepping (The Line) Lyrics

You overstepping the line

AK do it to em

You do it to em

You overstepping dawg

You overstepping the line

Kiai got a new bitch

Kiai don't do shit

Goddamn

Kiai sick of the bullshit

Kiai don't know about this

Kiai ain't move like this

Goddamn

Kiai sick of the bullshit

Entertain the gossip

I ain't care no more

I ain't care no more

rhyme scheme impeccable

Unpickable

If petter piper picking it

It gon pick his brain

Scar it like potter

And Remold it like pottery

Till there he lay

And then time would be picking petals

Off flowers that lie by his grave

Grave mistake fucking with me

I could take you in the streets or in the industry

I would have your girl forget about you

And have her under sheets

But I ain't white enough to rewrite your history

Two stepping from hoes

Bitches

You play with my name

you think these are monkey bars

You think that running your mouth is going to make you hard

But I'll be dropping your truth in each one of my freestyles

So all it's going to do is make you a track star

Stoopid

The only thing stereotypical about me

Is that typically I be will playing out of you stereo

Ya better know

You can't stop my growth

Stand on the line and hope

I don't score this free throw

Swish

Damn

Shit too easy for me now

I came to claim my crown

Huh

My day play out like an advent calendar

Cause I be opening a new door each and every hour

Eugh

Scrunch your face

Like the pussy sour

I'm Bringing my presence before my album

this a baby shower

Ugh

I must be ahead of the competition

Cause I'm the only one with the sense to hear the shit they spitting

And they ain't catching up to kiai

I'm Kenyan it's in my blood I'm a runner but I'll be Neverr runners up

Indubitably

What you do can't slip by me

Don't forget

Ya

AB cs

Don't care for your numbers

Or wherever you be playing in summer

I listen to your tracks and know that you a typical rapper

Or artists

Bite my flow like you tick

Best hide behind tints

5% or your clocks ticking

Win you over with one taste

What I do to beats is gorme

the recipe for each these tracks homemade

Got the whole crowd wanting more

Ole ole

Oh may I say I never imagined this

Back in the day

Yeah, man I know I dreaming

But soon I'll repeat that bar and I'll be reminiscing

For now I gotta navigate my way avoiding prison

My only route is people over phone that wanna listen

Damn these people ain't make it easy

I think the people for my hometown secretly hate me

Well they ain't try to hide it

Before I even play my music they ain't about it

Blacks music way too violent

I wanna make gangsta shit just to piss em off

Talk about guns and drugs and play it in the malls

Tell em how I fucked their daughter and I sent her home

But she be wanting blacks kids she hitting up my phone

See that's why I wanna go back to Kenya

When I've been it's all love

They treat the different nicer

But that's a story for another chapta

The life of a mazungu, compared to a nigga