Kayne Lyrics

Come on, Free the Gang

You ain't hip to me

Shit, how the fuck you niggas not hip yet

Buffed up, Ion even got a bench press

I get money, Ion gotta live, check the check

I made my first ten in my first pair of meks

Riding through the city, yeah, you know I got my G-lock

Took a nigga Rollie, we ain't want yo man's G-shock

Feel like A.I.but I ain't never wearin' Reeboks

Niggas only shooters till that motherfuckin' beat stop

Ion use a pen or a pad, man, this shit just in me

Everybody masked up, he don't even know who hit him

We in the club throwin' all our extra loose chicken

Pops always told me, stack it up before you spend it

Cous aint got ah Script he in the crib, pressin' all the pills

I was out in L.A., fuckin' up Beverly Hills

Speakin' on my mans, are you snitch

That'll get you killed

We tryna pull a skit, we ain't tryna make no fuckin' reel

Wake up with the chop right next to me, that's how it go

This bitch don't got a car, but this bitch wanna drive the boat

Say the wrong shit, I'll kidnap one of your folks

You know the broke niggas in the room be doin' the most

Amari jeans on, cause it fit alot of paper

That nigga got shot cause his ass was a traitor

Ice on shit really cold like a glacier

One up top, I always keep one in the chamber

Everybody ain't your friend, everybody can't go with you

They know I got it on me, I ain't even gotta show pistol

You ain't got no pape, all these hoes gon' hoe, niggas

Me and bro up, so we walkin' out the door with em

I can make a dub right here, ain't gotta leave the town

Cuz made his first ten bands, that shit made me proud

Id never switch up on my team, I'ma stay around

Niggas was cool, but they told niggas let me down

Shit, you see what the pressure do

My favorite opp died, damn near bouta to throw a festival

Get a head tap, turn your ass into a vegetable

I be doggin' hoes, I was tryna be respectable

These hoes ain't shit, they be out here playin' mind games

Two guns with the quick draw, call me John Wayne

You ain't got no money, you can't be a part of my gang

I'd go nuts around this bitch, call me Kanye

Hit the road for me, I'll take you on a shopping spree

Don't call that man your brother, he ain't givin' out the recipe

I ain't had no cheese, they was really thinkin' less of me

Now I got dog shit, fuckin' with the pedigree

Feel like beans, you ain't ridin', then you gotta lay down

Yo shit still pending, you ain't never gettin' paid out

I said he was a snitch, what you niggas gotta say now

That's why I don't have random niggas in my background

Everybody ain't your friend, everybody can't go with you

They know I got it on me, I ain't even gotta show pistol

You ain't got no pape, all these hoes gon' hoe niggas

Me and bro up, so we walkin' out the door with em