Laughing at somebody else struggle, ain't no laughing matter
Everybody built diff, but we all get a casket after
Swear they climbed their way to the top, but never had the latter
It's just ratta tatta, then blood spatter and brain matter
Thinking rapping faster will pass 'em, ya can't explain chatter
Ya just pick up words and then match 'em, hoping some names catch 'em
Flame packing, knowing damn well it ain't a thing happening
Rewriting history books, this ain't the same chapter
Couldn't pay me to look foolish, I see ya fear factors
Lean and blockwork ya prescribe, that is a weird practice
Tryna enhance how you talking nigga, I hear sadness
Why you missing all your targets, you getting scared at it?
Never been stingy with fire, that's why I share classics
Rap game is full of collegiates who dropped all their classes
Less people show up for "real" when I compare masses
Less people show up for real, who will?
You don't know what I been going through
You wouldn't know unless I showed you
So everybody go on, go on
Think you know all, know all
So I guess this what it's come to
Nobody got no one to run to
But you need 'em no more, no more
Tell 'em hold on, hold on
If this is what's it's come to
Niggas see me post online and think they know my life
People that I used to look up to, looking shoulder height
My mom calls me Ky, it's not a gimmick like Obie Trice
Ever since I learned my worth, ya act like it's over priced
You only know what I show, ain't no behind the scenes
Love me when I'm low, but hate when I get finer things
Crib with the balcony, nigga living like a Don
On top of that the whip got four rings like LeBron
Nigga that's the type I'm on, while I type these songs
Niggas in survival mode, look to me to rely upon
I be on my own and people assuming Ky is good
But tell me this,
When the last time you asked me if I was good?
Everything not laughable, it matters who it matters to
Making assumptions about me makes an ass of you
Telling me about me, I don't remember asking you
I know what I have to do
You don't know what I been going through
You wouldn't know unless I showed you
So everybody go on, go on
Think you know all, know all
So I guess this what it's come to
Nobody got no one to run to
But you need 'em no more, no more
Tell 'em hold on, hold on
If this is what's it's come to
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Laughing at somebody else struggle, ain't no laughing matter
Everybody built diff, but we all get a casket after
Swear they climbed their way to the top, but never had the latter
It's just ratta tatta, then blood spatter and brain matter
Thinking rapping faster will pass 'em, ya can't explain chatter
Ya just pick up words and then match 'em, hoping some names catch 'em
Flame packing, knowing damn well it ain't a thing happening
Rewriting history books, this ain't the same chapter
Couldn't pay me to look foolish, I see ya fear factors
Lean and blockwork ya prescribe, that is a weird practice
Tryna enhance how you talking nigga, I hear sadness
Why you missing all your targets, you getting scared at it?
Never been stingy with fire, that's why I share classics
Rap game is full of collegiates who dropped all their classes
Less people show up for "real" when I compare masses
Less people show up for real, who will?
You don't know what I been going through
You wouldn't know unless I showed you
So everybody go on, go on
Think you know all, know all
So I guess this what it's come to
Nobody got no one to run to
But you need 'em no more, no more
Tell 'em hold on, hold on
If this is what's it's come to
Niggas see me post online and think they know my life
People that I used to look up to, looking shoulder height
My mom calls me Ky, it's not a gimmick like Obie Trice
Ever since I learned my worth, ya act like it's over priced
You only know what I show, ain't no behind the scenes
Love me when I'm low, but hate when I get finer things
Crib with the balcony, nigga living like a Don
On top of that the whip got four rings like LeBron
Nigga that's the type I'm on, while I type these songs
Niggas in survival mode, look to me to rely upon
I be on my own and people assuming Ky is good
But tell me this,
When the last time you asked me if I was good?
Everything not laughable, it matters who it matters to
Making assumptions about me makes an ass of you
Telling me about me, I don't remember asking you
I know what I have to do
You don't know what I been going through
You wouldn't know unless I showed you
So everybody go on, go on
Think you know all, know all
So I guess this what it's come to
Nobody got no one to run to
But you need 'em no more, no more
Tell 'em hold on, hold on
If this is what's it's come to
Everybody built diff, but we all get a casket after
Swear they climbed their way to the top, but never had the latter
It's just ratta tatta, then blood spatter and brain matter
Thinking rapping faster will pass 'em, ya can't explain chatter
Ya just pick up words and then match 'em, hoping some names catch 'em
Flame packing, knowing damn well it ain't a thing happening
Rewriting history books, this ain't the same chapter
Couldn't pay me to look foolish, I see ya fear factors
Lean and blockwork ya prescribe, that is a weird practice
Tryna enhance how you talking nigga, I hear sadness
Why you missing all your targets, you getting scared at it?
Never been stingy with fire, that's why I share classics
Rap game is full of collegiates who dropped all their classes
Less people show up for "real" when I compare masses
Less people show up for real, who will?
You don't know what I been going through
You wouldn't know unless I showed you
So everybody go on, go on
Think you know all, know all
So I guess this what it's come to
Nobody got no one to run to
But you need 'em no more, no more
Tell 'em hold on, hold on
If this is what's it's come to
Niggas see me post online and think they know my life
People that I used to look up to, looking shoulder height
My mom calls me Ky, it's not a gimmick like Obie Trice
Ever since I learned my worth, ya act like it's over priced
You only know what I show, ain't no behind the scenes
Love me when I'm low, but hate when I get finer things
Crib with the balcony, nigga living like a Don
On top of that the whip got four rings like LeBron
Nigga that's the type I'm on, while I type these songs
Niggas in survival mode, look to me to rely upon
I be on my own and people assuming Ky is good
But tell me this,
When the last time you asked me if I was good?
Everything not laughable, it matters who it matters to
Making assumptions about me makes an ass of you
Telling me about me, I don't remember asking you
I know what I have to do
You don't know what I been going through
You wouldn't know unless I showed you
So everybody go on, go on
Think you know all, know all
So I guess this what it's come to
Nobody got no one to run to
But you need 'em no more, no more
Tell 'em hold on, hold on
If this is what's it's come to
Writer: Kyle Chong, Darnell Duke
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid