King Khufu
CARTEL MAFIA GANG
It's basically about me not trusting anyone if you wonder what the topic is. Lol I'm blowing off some steam.
BTW I'm not a violent dude, just a little crazy in temper but I wouldn't ever pull no fukk shyt on nobody so I try to keep a clean conscious perspective on this. If anyone feeling it before hand I like to say thank you. No I'm not a rap artist or any of that. fukk this music shyt if I do some music I want some money out of it you feel me but I got love for doing some introspective art trippy shyt so that's the type of mood if you can imagine a beat or a voice/cadence to it.
My bad for the long explanation before hand. I just written these down like an hour ago and I'm actually nervous as fukk putting it out there for some odd reason. . . .Idk if any of it is making sense to me but it does flow well until next time.
HERE WE GO LONG ASS VERSE:
You tryna have me sit and pray to watch me clown myself and get preyed upon
Nah fukk that I rather have the actions to always prove myself strong
I ain't say I ain't believe in God,
I'm just saying maybe we got it all wrong
If I put how I really feel
shyt might be my last words on this Earthly field
fukk it they already got a plan to kill me off
I know I can really feel it
So I rather get the riches dog
fukk catching bullets so fukk how I am even feeling
If that's not corrupt enough for you to feel gangster's remorse
Then you just like me, knowing it's already all out war
Eye against the other view, which point stands corrected?
The last one breathing and still standing
Morals hold no barriers there's no exceptions
Just who is the one to going to outlast and make it
fukk dying a thousand times just to get life right
Where I'm from the cities got no bright lights
Respecting a man for his pockets but not the character he potraying
What kind of wack shyt is that
Everywhere else it's really the other way around first
Pop cultural got your minds all flipped up
Betraying your roots to become cons
Nah let's regroup and recon
Because I hate to see my brothers be gone
R.I.P. to all the real who shown support
fukk all who Said I will never make it because life's too short
I don't give a fukk about being the greatest
As long as we can raid the opposition that codemn us
They code name is wood peckers
Snow bunny thots hopping out the wood works
hoping to be getting smashed out of their feathers
Nah, I never lust over my oppressors
I'm my brothers keeper and I need more cheddar
So I can impress the finest sistahs and we rule forever
I ain't saying I drool because she is badder
Nah I'm saying we cool because we've known each other
Dream goals team of wifey types or a bunch of fine mean hoes
Either way respect to the real wallet stuffers
Either way disrespect to all the peeled back hateful motherfukkers
I don't mean to ever hate on a brother
So shyt nikka to me yo yeah so it's whatever
I thought I could teach you one thing so you would do better
But I guess nothing will come out of it you don't do the letters
Spell it out yourself,
S.H.I.T. head, head home, just get the hell on out
Since the scheme in your face is showing trace traits of you trying to bail on out
My fist feel like accidently slugging your face till you paralized down
like Aussie cacs daring snails to their mouth
You said my rhymes are dope but you won't pay for a featured freestyle?
Don't play me for a dope when I can see through your old fake ass smiles
Why cats mouths miles running million hours with no money for effort
All that talking could of fed a damn family of saharran deserts
Still at first heard glance
it sounds like they got all the riches and finest treasures
But when it comes to show and prove, they was flat broke with nothing to show, but feeling pressured xD
Whiteman paying these clowns to be street rappers
But never been seen in the streets or ever had to hold a clapper
Difference is I know that shyt ain't for me I always wanted better
Still stuck to keep it G forever, should've knew better
But Never Enough Lost
fukk all my haters dog
I swear to fukking god
Allah that ass she has should be on my tip daily
fukk all hoes since you stay tripping daily
No I won't ever give you babies
Just give me more gravy
I heard you working Navy
Haven't heard from you lately
Motherfukkers always ducking acting shady
Just hang me on a tree like my boy JC
Just too good to be true for you to read
I'm ruin you before you even get your third degree
Burn motherfukker burn don't Harim Abiff me
I see through your lies too damn easy
BTW I'm not a violent dude, just a little crazy in temper but I wouldn't ever pull no fukk shyt on nobody so I try to keep a clean conscious perspective on this. If anyone feeling it before hand I like to say thank you. No I'm not a rap artist or any of that. fukk this music shyt if I do some music I want some money out of it you feel me but I got love for doing some introspective art trippy shyt so that's the type of mood if you can imagine a beat or a voice/cadence to it.
My bad for the long explanation before hand. I just written these down like an hour ago and I'm actually nervous as fukk putting it out there for some odd reason. . . .Idk if any of it is making sense to me but it does flow well until next time.
HERE WE GO LONG ASS VERSE:
You tryna have me sit and pray to watch me clown myself and get preyed upon
Nah fukk that I rather have the actions to always prove myself strong
I ain't say I ain't believe in God,
I'm just saying maybe we got it all wrong
If I put how I really feel
shyt might be my last words on this Earthly field
fukk it they already got a plan to kill me off
I know I can really feel it
So I rather get the riches dog
fukk catching bullets so fukk how I am even feeling
If that's not corrupt enough for you to feel gangster's remorse
Then you just like me, knowing it's already all out war
Eye against the other view, which point stands corrected?
The last one breathing and still standing
Morals hold no barriers there's no exceptions
Just who is the one to going to outlast and make it
fukk dying a thousand times just to get life right
Where I'm from the cities got no bright lights
Respecting a man for his pockets but not the character he potraying
What kind of wack shyt is that
Everywhere else it's really the other way around first
Pop cultural got your minds all flipped up
Betraying your roots to become cons
Nah let's regroup and recon
Because I hate to see my brothers be gone
R.I.P. to all the real who shown support
fukk all who Said I will never make it because life's too short
I don't give a fukk about being the greatest
As long as we can raid the opposition that codemn us
They code name is wood peckers
Snow bunny thots hopping out the wood works
hoping to be getting smashed out of their feathers
Nah, I never lust over my oppressors
I'm my brothers keeper and I need more cheddar
So I can impress the finest sistahs and we rule forever
I ain't saying I drool because she is badder
Nah I'm saying we cool because we've known each other
Dream goals team of wifey types or a bunch of fine mean hoes
Either way respect to the real wallet stuffers
Either way disrespect to all the peeled back hateful motherfukkers
I don't mean to ever hate on a brother
So shyt nikka to me yo yeah so it's whatever
I thought I could teach you one thing so you would do better
But I guess nothing will come out of it you don't do the letters
Spell it out yourself,
S.H.I.T. head, head home, just get the hell on out
Since the scheme in your face is showing trace traits of you trying to bail on out
My fist feel like accidently slugging your face till you paralized down
like Aussie cacs daring snails to their mouth
You said my rhymes are dope but you won't pay for a featured freestyle?
Don't play me for a dope when I can see through your old fake ass smiles
Why cats mouths miles running million hours with no money for effort
All that talking could of fed a damn family of saharran deserts
Still at first heard glance
it sounds like they got all the riches and finest treasures
But when it comes to show and prove, they was flat broke with nothing to show, but feeling pressured xD
Whiteman paying these clowns to be street rappers
But never been seen in the streets or ever had to hold a clapper
Difference is I know that shyt ain't for me I always wanted better
Still stuck to keep it G forever, should've knew better
But Never Enough Lost
fukk all my haters dog
I swear to fukking god
Allah that ass she has should be on my tip daily
fukk all hoes since you stay tripping daily
No I won't ever give you babies
Just give me more gravy
I heard you working Navy
Haven't heard from you lately
Motherfukkers always ducking acting shady
Just hang me on a tree like my boy JC
Just too good to be true for you to read
I'm ruin you before you even get your third degree
Burn motherfukker burn don't Harim Abiff me
I see through your lies too damn easy