KTF 2 Lyrics

Yeah

I don't know if this is gonna work or not

But, it's worth a try

It's worth a

It's worth a try

Yo

I don't think you know how many times I told my family "I ain't goin' home"

The pain of seein' my people not fully understand how liberating it is to walk that musical road that I chose

'Cause I work a full time job and I got a degree two years ago and I still be askin' my mom for money?

And my Daddy too?

For a couple Jackson's, Grant's and Franklin's from the bank, shit

But I alwayz pay 'em back in two weeks

That's a long time especially if you rap

And I'm far from wrappin' up, I ran miles ain't lookin' back

And my back is startin' to burn, I be liftin' boxes in vans

My Vans got no sole but my soul stick to the track

Trackout lease switch to producin' my beats (Producin' my beats)

Beatin' the odds when I'm low, I bounce back from defeat

Back on my feet and I'm kickin' you witnessin' a true heir

Ain't talkin' "Air" like I'm Jordan, I'm talkin' Jordan like heir

(Ain't talkin' "Air" like I'm Jordan, I'm talkin' Jordan like heir!)

Heir to the throne and I'm thrown

They try to throw me out with them stares but I took the stairs

'Cause everyday's like an emergency

The sense of urgency you lack been frankly disturbin' me

(Stir it up! Stir it up!)

And I thought I told ya hard work and dedication, I stir it up like yakisoba

I rather be a bum, than be sittin' on that sofa

So far from where I was, but it's far from bein' over

Super nova, you know this star 'bout to blow up

My patience wearin' thin, I think anytime I'll blow up

Alot of people 'round me are still snortin' that blow up

Drinkin' until they throw up

Promisin' me they'd show up

Workin' to cash my stow up

'Cause anything can happen

I'm just tryna be that person I would call if somethin' crackin' (Yeah)

Crackin' the code, never play it safe, it's hard to balance this life of mine but none of y'all will understand it (Yeah)

Stand on my feet, everyday I'm blessed 'cause I'm still breathin'

Grow more conscious of time and death

The time that I was in debt was the time I had to refocus

Both of my folks is wonderin' when I'ma bring the dough in

'Cause I'm in and out of the door man I'm makin' this shit a mission

I miss y'all every hour on the clock, every minute

And I'm in it one of a kind, I'm rightin' all of my wrongs

I'm writin' the type of shit that make you go back to your notes and step the fuck up!

Step it up

Step it up

Step it up

Step it up

Step it up

Step it up

Step it up

Step it up

Step ya game up (Step, step, step it up!)

Step ya game up (Step, step, step it up!)

Step ya game up (Step, step, step it up!)

Step ya game up (Step, step, step it up!)

YEAH

(Yo Marvs, let's get it!)

(Mayhem and Conquer!)

Zuko!

Nisa Longga, let me put it on ya

Let's go, one more time!

In 1952 Chris Mensalvas arranged to have Carlos come to Seattle to edit the union's yearbook

From then until his death on September 13, 1956

Carl Angelo Nicdao Viray was born on September 13, 1994 in Pampanga, Philippines