Yo
It's Ya Boy KGB on the track
I ain't step in the booth in a minute
Just hear me out
Ya dig
I ain't been myself for a minute
Mind outta line, No sleep
F*cked up, my days and my night just I blending
Only got the drive to grind, I won't quit
Even tho my heart in it, but my mind can't get it
And every time I try to grab a pen
I hear the voice inside my head telling me, That I'm bull shitting
Do you wanna do this shit, Ima loose my shit, if you don't f*cking grab that pad and get it
I remember days where the pen was my best friend, there was no end to the time we shared
Pencil and pad on my hip right here
Up, Up, and away, that's my aim right there
I'll beat the beat, like a God damn snare
I belong with stars, like I'm Buzz light year
I came to conquer, I have no fears
I'm here to stay, I ain't going no where
To All of you people, around me that doubt me
Just chill the f*ck out
I'll show you what you I do
You looking clueless
Didn't think I could do it
Now look what I'm doing
Got you looking stupid
My verses are arrows from Cupid
Falling in love with my music
Now ask how I do it
Wearing All black, this a all black movement
I'm on for my team, f*ck you think I'm doing
I pluck more strings than pianos
I'm no jack, I'm not jumping the candle
Kick game, to ya bitch
F*ck her right in the bando
No car sex for her, if she cheat on her man though
Yea
That's the shit, I can do
But why chill with a bitch, when I can chill in the stu
F*ck my beat pad, my note pad pencil too
Step in to the booth, spit real shit and then produce
The key to Kareem, is what I present to you
My point of view, is all I have left of me
My note pad is filled with my history
Just hear my music and then you would know Kareem
Ain't got the worst life, it's the best to me
I'm so greatful, no Control Alt Delete
All I do is win, you can't catch a l off Reem
My momma always said, to be the best I could bee
Learn from my mistakes, don't do the same as me
Go to school, work hard, get your damn degree
Don't go running the streets
Don't start no beef
Stay outta trouble mother f*cker or you'll catch this heat
I always hear her say that
It keeps my mind at ease
If I got my fam I know I got the team I need
I inhale good shit
Exhale bullshit
When a young king needs a damn second to breath
Yea
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Yo
It's Ya Boy KGB on the track
I ain't step in the booth in a minute
Just hear me out
Ya dig
I ain't been myself for a minute
Mind outta line, No sleep
F*cked up, my days and my night just I blending
Only got the drive to grind, I won't quit
Even tho my heart in it, but my mind can't get it
And every time I try to grab a pen
I hear the voice inside my head telling me, That I'm bull shitting
Do you wanna do this shit, Ima loose my shit, if you don't f*cking grab that pad and get it
I remember days where the pen was my best friend, there was no end to the time we shared
Pencil and pad on my hip right here
Up, Up, and away, that's my aim right there
I'll beat the beat, like a God damn snare
I belong with stars, like I'm Buzz light year
I came to conquer, I have no fears
I'm here to stay, I ain't going no where
To All of you people, around me that doubt me
Just chill the f*ck out
I'll show you what you I do
You looking clueless
Didn't think I could do it
Now look what I'm doing
Got you looking stupid
My verses are arrows from Cupid
Falling in love with my music
Now ask how I do it
Wearing All black, this a all black movement
I'm on for my team, f*ck you think I'm doing
I pluck more strings than pianos
I'm no jack, I'm not jumping the candle
Kick game, to ya bitch
F*ck her right in the bando
No car sex for her, if she cheat on her man though
Yea
That's the shit, I can do
But why chill with a bitch, when I can chill in the stu
F*ck my beat pad, my note pad pencil too
Step in to the booth, spit real shit and then produce
The key to Kareem, is what I present to you
My point of view, is all I have left of me
My note pad is filled with my history
Just hear my music and then you would know Kareem
Ain't got the worst life, it's the best to me
I'm so greatful, no Control Alt Delete
All I do is win, you can't catch a l off Reem
My momma always said, to be the best I could bee
Learn from my mistakes, don't do the same as me
Go to school, work hard, get your damn degree
Don't go running the streets
Don't start no beef
Stay outta trouble mother f*cker or you'll catch this heat
I always hear her say that
It keeps my mind at ease
If I got my fam I know I got the team I need
I inhale good shit
Exhale bullshit
When a young king needs a damn second to breath
Yea
It's Ya Boy KGB on the track
I ain't step in the booth in a minute
Just hear me out
Ya dig
I ain't been myself for a minute
Mind outta line, No sleep
F*cked up, my days and my night just I blending
Only got the drive to grind, I won't quit
Even tho my heart in it, but my mind can't get it
And every time I try to grab a pen
I hear the voice inside my head telling me, That I'm bull shitting
Do you wanna do this shit, Ima loose my shit, if you don't f*cking grab that pad and get it
I remember days where the pen was my best friend, there was no end to the time we shared
Pencil and pad on my hip right here
Up, Up, and away, that's my aim right there
I'll beat the beat, like a God damn snare
I belong with stars, like I'm Buzz light year
I came to conquer, I have no fears
I'm here to stay, I ain't going no where
To All of you people, around me that doubt me
Just chill the f*ck out
I'll show you what you I do
You looking clueless
Didn't think I could do it
Now look what I'm doing
Got you looking stupid
My verses are arrows from Cupid
Falling in love with my music
Now ask how I do it
Wearing All black, this a all black movement
I'm on for my team, f*ck you think I'm doing
I pluck more strings than pianos
I'm no jack, I'm not jumping the candle
Kick game, to ya bitch
F*ck her right in the bando
No car sex for her, if she cheat on her man though
Yea
That's the shit, I can do
But why chill with a bitch, when I can chill in the stu
F*ck my beat pad, my note pad pencil too
Step in to the booth, spit real shit and then produce
The key to Kareem, is what I present to you
My point of view, is all I have left of me
My note pad is filled with my history
Just hear my music and then you would know Kareem
Ain't got the worst life, it's the best to me
I'm so greatful, no Control Alt Delete
All I do is win, you can't catch a l off Reem
My momma always said, to be the best I could bee
Learn from my mistakes, don't do the same as me
Go to school, work hard, get your damn degree
Don't go running the streets
Don't start no beef
Stay outta trouble mother f*cker or you'll catch this heat
I always hear her say that
It keeps my mind at ease
If I got my fam I know I got the team I need
I inhale good shit
Exhale bullshit
When a young king needs a damn second to breath
Yea
Writer: Kareem Belgrave-Perpignac
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid