Intro/Outro lyrics

[Verse: Kim]
Run it
Never been the type to believe in fate
Always been a realist
Go getter, pro spitter
Move silver back to gorillas
Always see the silver lining in my plight
Simple living ain't enough
I'm sitting in meeting that set me up to raise the price
See its automatic breaking this bread with my n*ggas
The Washingtons go to wife
See AZ said it best, that life's a b*tch
So best advice is take chances
Add something to the atmosphere
You falling that's a natural fear
The fruits falling so the root appear
You see my family tree
Came from the worst of dirt
And gave you me
Bottom shelf like I'm (?)
I'm blessed up like I sneezed in Church
Hallelujah
Higher learner
Its obligated to the peace but never let it fool ya
Do what I gotta
Thoughts came from my amygdala
Bring this peace to your medulla
I feel I got it
n*gga like Ja or Irv
I murdered this ink
I'm Nolan Ryan
With the pitch I sing
I'm making these genres curve
All I be hearing is
I'm iconic with the play
Chop it up, they call me young machete
Know I'm repping for the Dade
I hold the whole east if you let me
I'd rather wear Nikes than Guiseppe
? Eva for Remy
Cause ain't nothing fancy
Ain't nothing fancy
I be jamming to your fancies
I ride this one like a banshee
My renditions like a benz , see
Hundreds trapping out the bando
RIP another family
Can't be sliding like the phantom
Man I used to draw comparisons
Now they can't draw me out the circle
Cause ain't no circle that could fit in my pyramid
Jagged edges (?)
Mint conditioned or conditioned
Stepped through hell, it burnt a bit
Got this from one drop
Your sh*t won't get one cop
That's like 112
Guess that's your destiny child
Took my payment and worked for me
Let a n*gga cook
Wrists heating up the chili
Ain't nothing left
I know this ain't a little TLC
Big screen like I'm GLC
Low key but you down low like DLC
The DH home to make hits
Bring you to your sense like free cologne
Shoulda leaved the freaks alone
I had some rocky relations
So now I feel like Sly Stallone
Cause now they all on my back
All different colors
Having my pick like (?)
But f*ck that go
(?) told me to get it
Run this sh*t up, picked it up
So I'm hitting the clutch
Its a ride so I'm picking it up
Speak of the devil, I'm speaking in tongues
Speaking in Dutch
She's speaking to me
Speaking about what she's seeking (?)
The see-saw got her feeling disgust
There's never no love when you grow old T
Cause we ain't been speaking enough
Shout out to OG Trae
And (?)
I work to get P-A-Yed
Typo
P-A-I-D
DMV
Cause I don't see you Imma need your ID
My ideas ain't Madea's
They ain't masked
I keep it true
So the real always recognize
Delivery flawless
Papa John's piece of cake
n*gga pizza pies
Get some, get some
I be dumping
Treating verbs like percussion
They hitting
Every shot you take it need a poster
They missing
I could put that on my cousin
Mickey you know that we miss you
But up until then I'm feeling like Pac
Cause only my god is judicial