Blink Twice - pre kai ro, Ken Samson

I’m ‘bout to

Break bread with the enemies

'Bout to find out if I’m really better but I better be

'Cause if they spit it and I’m with it then I’ll let ‘em be

Don’t want no smoke cause I’m tryna be a better me

I better see a 100k on my desk I gotta flex

Wear a 100 chains on my chest

These fuckin' squares better circle up and cut my cheques

They tryna buy me cause I got next

I got

20 thousand coming for a verse though

Tried to trip me up but I really came in first though

I’m the type of motherfuckin' nigga with a fur coat

I’m the type of motherfucker drive a twin turbo

Herbal

Rolled up in a element

I be spittin' venom when I kill ‘em for the hell of it

I got hella loud, and she want me to sell a bit

She said she like my song but I got hella shit

I used to be a miskeen guy

Miskeen creps with a miskeen ride

Then I had a vision, couple years go by

Now I’m really living like a dream so I wake up

With a motherfuckin' blunt on the table

Spark that shit, then I smoke it to the face so

I can levitate, never wait on a payroll

I believe in fate cause I make it when I say so

Wait though

I got problems now

Fake niggas tryna make it off my sound

Fake bitches tryna know where I be now

All because I’ll make a milli from a hobby now

Make a milli from the track

Spend a milli on the loud

Trust me I got hella millis coming in n out

Its not about the money bitch, that’s not what I’m about

Nah that’s not what I’m about

So fuck what you heard 'cause I’m moving like a fuckin' loose cannon

Your boo fannin' when the Bentley coupe standin'

Off the coast of Morocco

Better call up Blacko

Better let him know that I’m the motherfuckin' Chapo

Drop hoes, in an instant

Blink twice, and she missed it

She got a new man, he’s a dipshit

You can’t tell me nothin' about this shit

But she gon' follow her addiction

Find another man that she can live with

Find another me who never did shit

She just need the dollar for the wishlist

She said that cash rules everything around her problems

Cream get the money so that maybe she could solve ‘em

I told her baby this ain’t nothin' and I got it

Said I like her dress even thought I fuckin' bought it

Hold up, didn’t she know me before the fame?

Didn’t she tell me that she ain’t really tryna get paid

Off the verses that I made where I talk about my days

And I write about this bitch and I’m losing it like may-day

Hey wait, why she lose it when I say Drake?

Why she only fuckin' with me on my pay day?

What would Ye say?

Too many rappers treat the motherfuckin' studio like it’s a fuckin' playdate

Wait wait, what these fakes tryna say say?

Why these beggars coming my way way?

All they really droppin' is the hate

And I’m never fuckin' late when I say that I

Drop hoes, in an instant

Blink twice, and she missed it

She got a new man, he’s a dipshit

You can’t tell me nothin' about this shit

But she gon' follow her addiction

Find another man that she can live with

Find another me who never did shit

She just need the dollar for the wishlist