The Kid ft. Kashmiir Lyrics

Hmm, uh hmm

I'm minding my business

Most of these niggas be children

Green goblin, big villain

Mhmmmm

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Whew, Yeah I got them racks ya dig?

Hop out the back and slid

I know they hate the kid

Yeah, seeing him lack its lit

Choppa gone blow out his ribs

Fuck nigga dead, it is what it is

If you don't miss me forreal, why the fuck you still hitting me for

If you finna leave forreal, open up bitch I'm closing the door

He speaking on me we gone kill him

Im sipping on good wock for my feelings

Say he got racks, he got zero

Coupe like lil wayne no ceiling

I'm in a foreign car going fast, I got my foot to the floor

I'm on the road chasing these bands, I'm getting money galore

Know a couple hoes from my past say that they miss me but I'm on a mission

Say that she miss me I'm coming to get it this SRT Charger I hemi the engine

Can't even help how I feel off the meds

Cause when I be sober I be in my feelings

Let a fuck nigga talk down on the gang

We spinning, and spinning, and spinning, and spinning

None of this shit ever feeling the same forreal gotta keep her at a distance

None of this shit ever feeling the same forreal gotta keep her at a distance