Some Advice Lyrics

Bigger than local talent

You move like those around you

Get out and see something

Learn to cleanse your pallet

Never movin malice

She know I like a challenge

God know I like it balanced

My name always carried weight, so I keep a callus

From the D, businessmen like meech around us

These days, you don't let her have it, she might reach around ya

They might just leech around ya…

So many reasons for grieving, but I can not manage to slow down

Once baby boy, but I carry myself as the goat now

Took a lot of chances, not even knowing how shit was gone pan out

Fools like "oh wow

We should take notes now"

Leave a message at the beep uh

Double up, Triple up peace uh

Kell. practice what He… yeahhh

It was written, I'm a king

It ain't always what it seem

You ain't gotta pop a thing

That ain't everybody steez

Know exactly what I mean

Ok

Sugarcoating for the sweets

Y'all revolve around tweets

I ain't never been the type to get away with my appearances being discrete

What the hell is low key?

Man, what the hell is low key?

Yeah yeah

Kell. in a different league of being the bee's knee's

Fishbowl if I really wanted y'all to see me

Cruisin round at low speeds

Chrome glisten, the whip painted in candy

They could never over nor understand me

Goddamn me

HA

Bigger than local talent

You move like those around you

Get out and see something

Learn to cleanse your pallet

So many reasons for grieving, but I can not manage to slow down

Once baby boy, but I carry myself as the goat now

Make a lot of noise at my shows, yeah I'm all in ya throat now

Got her like "oh wow

They should take notes pal"

You taking notes?

Using my lyrics for captions and quotes

Learned early that you gotta work smart, cause I be looking for better results

This a Lyrical exercise

See niggas breathin heavy, checkin they pulse

When am I gonna stop?

Might be a while

Shit, Nobody knows

Ill let you breathe

Ok. Uno, Dos!

You playin with my words, ion' know the lethal dose

Fiendin for the drop, now y'all Comatose

Uncle Sam fault, we don't net what we gross

Doin the most,

Stop callin my phone

Leave a message at the beep uh

Double up, Triple up peace uh

Kell. practice what He… yeahhh

Said bitch I'm a king

Cash ruling everything

You ain't gotta sip the lean

That ain't everybody thing

Know exactly what I mean

Sugarcoating for the sweets

Y'all revolve around tweets

I ain't never been the type to get away with my appearances being discrete

What the hell is low key?

What the hell is low key?