Kel - KYRIE Lyrics

Still going in
Right above the rim
In the fire they sent me
Now I'm reborn to prosper
Mass murder to pussy niggas
Witness autopsy
Bout my bread like I'm maggiano
I tell em grazie
Who decide war is the denim
Jesus below my pockets
Weapons chronically in possession
That is the only option
You too salty
Just like the fish that is served with ackee
Imitation beef they don't want it
Yall niggas straight falafel
Bitches clinging on to the game
I give em, that shit they gospel
Dripped in prada, mc the mazi
I got the juice kombucha
Rolling up some za
Off the acid
My vision like collages
Mac 11 on marble countertops
While she making pasta
Avant garde my fashion my nigga
Number nine my garments
Chain having seeing them colors
Like you took ayahuasca
Casablanca, kicks is givenchy
These hoes getting raunchy
In jungle hyenas stalking
That nine will get em off me
Niggas softy, roll wit a posse
Cuz he ain't really bout it
Yo
Yo still going in
Never cap, most of you rapper false advertising
Rat disguising
Y'all really cash deprived
And I'm being honest
No co-signing
No dick riding
This ain't no fake bravado
Sticking dick all in this model
Her face turn toro bravo
Snapping while I'm ending the game
I'm mothaf*ckin thanos
Penthouse in milan
While I watching Luka go against Giannis
Heart full of rage, while my memories full of broken promise
Light the ganja
And think of more plays
That's gon lead profit
Louie v clogs in the winter look like they birkenstocks
Glock 19 in the front
The passenger my shotty
Green ferrari
Looking like guacamole
Gone way too brazy
Rockin out feelin like ozzy
Rick owens nigga got me comfy
Pharmaceuticals flowing in my blood and I'm feeling lovely