Kid App - Let Da Beat Knock (Prod by Kelly Portis ) | Текст песни

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• Let Da Beat Knock (Prod by Kelly Portis )

[Verse 1]
I hope that you can take it, what you about to take in
Dope to the veins, you ain’t the same, you feeling caged in
I killed it, you gon need wet towels and maintenance
Plus a couple of aprons
Chop these fucking chicken heads off, look at their faces
Like the shit that I wrote got me hanging on by a rope
Ironically I lynch a beat till it die, fuck a choke
I’m in it for the sport, the money shit just for my folks
I’m spitting poison oak, see
Power to the people cause all my people is dope
Ask the lines that I jot, then you hear em and make em quotes
My ego fucking blew a torpedo, I’m just speaking out loud
Pardon me, then I smile, can’t you see that I prowl like wolves when they see sheep
Steady drowning in my sorrows, swerved and hit a pothole
Feeling like Kobe back in 06, and you know it’s
Perfect from the field I don’t miss, swear that I’m focused
All that bullshit it don’t matter, everything that I’m after
All the moments that I captured make it worth it
The times I was barely above the surface, turned me into a menace
I ain’t even got to say it, they gon feel it

[Hook]
Let this beat knock nigga
For my city, ay
Just let that beat knock nigga
What up?
Let the beat knock nigga
Let the beat knock nigga
For my city, one time

[Verse 2]
Lord, forgive me for my sinning cause right now my head is spinning
Like some tires as I secretly admire those those with fly attire
Wishing it was me, I’m speaking to the stars as I sleep
Guess I was wishing on a dream
Rolling up a swisher sweet, call my self relaxing
Satisfying the satisfacted
It’s time for me to eat in this ghost town and I’m pacman
Squeeze a verse like a MAC10, west side connected
East side where I’m sectioned, where lame niggas get digested
It’s real, welcome to life in the field
Where niggas dying to kill, stay in line, know the drill
Or fuck around and get drilled, these niggas murder
From the streets I know you heard of
Cause the motor and the murder rate, ain’t never had shit
We see a chance then we gravitate, that’s the safe to say that we foolish
All I can say is we human, but can you blame us
Yeah, that holy water never saved us

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