Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
KAMI
KAMI
Performer
Smoko Ono
Smoko Ono
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kene Ekwunife
Kene Ekwunife
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Smoko Ono
Smoko Ono
Producer

Lyrics

I have no (no no) choice But to blow (blow blow) up To the top with my boys (Winning) Sho sho sho nuff (Winning) Hospitable My c.d. will Put you in the hospital My spittle Clearing up the eyes of the blind (Oh Jesus) Making all the light visible Stop in the road (Jesus) Deer in the headlights Make em think twice Didn't know what to do On an infinite loop of insanity (Jesus) "Work it out." (Jesus) "Who you callin?" Bawlin'. see you in the mornin' Yawnin'-visiting you in the hospital, being hospitable They ain't really bout it, bruh Ya'll can call me 1x Not a shocker if you know my gift I say - get a Glock, and my shot dont miss But until then, i'll use this bop gun They want a 7th son, and I'm not one Immean I am one Immean I got one Immean I had a son, but he's gone Lickety-splickety he's dipped _____ ain't ready. they ainn ready for the flow switch When a brotha get it rockin', and like When a brotha gettit poppin' like harlem . Uh They ain't really bout it, bruh Welcome to my world I know you're dying Stop crying You'll say "One more time, please deliver from strife" You'll say "One last time, and i'll give you my life" But eventually, youll get tired of lying to God They ain't really bout it, bruh Proof's in the pudding Now I gotta find my footing- Now I need two feet to match it We speak truth from the casket Talkin' bout Jesus "What?" Jesus "What, boy?" Fall down, get up Fix my kippah (kippah) Not like anybody helps Definitely not like anybody else This better be felt- my heart in this song When I get up, we gonn all get gone I rock with the city Up top with the city I roll where the pity ain't They say be so good they can't ignore you Well- they really can't Outro I roll with a hold on my check And a gun at my throat And they ain't got no respect I'm broke, but they say they wanna " broke me to death." I'll rap till I ainn got no voice I ainn got no choice Homie I ainn got no joys But I hope the money's gonn' buy that for us My homies- they know I ride for the chorus I'll die for the chorus Yeah? Yeah
Writer(s): Darian Joshua Garcia, Kene Ekwunife Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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