They been waiting on me, so I'm here
They thought I was sleeping
They thought I was sick
I was learning to ball, learning to spit
And I only speak when I ought to speak, my nigga
And still can't chew no beef, my nigga
And I still can't do no spliff, my nigga
Chill now, peace sign, freestyle nigga
From this side, we slide; you get that nigga?
Hot flows, I can see
I got goals to achieve
So I ask God on my knees
Whoever judging, "nigga, please!"
Collecting bills like I'm S.Z.A.
This is practice on a freestyle
Bumping "Off-Season" in my ears now
What you looking forward to? Easter!
It's a real nigga, digging 6 figures
Trying to get bigger nonstop
I done left niggas trying to fake lyrics
Cause I'm best spitting hot flows
These niggas don't know no goals
I'm feeling like King Kong going G.O.A.T
Composing cause all songs dope gold
And deposit my dough no more broke
I'm sick of the flops; I'm sick of this shit
Pretending it's bars (sick of this shit)
I bring a new world, beginning my work
It's a kick at the door (I'm sick of this shit)
I'm dribbling past defenses
I'm keeping my talk offensive
I JID at the ground you dancing
And I took a lil nap for resting
I'm keeping my style too basic
I'm shooting the stars not aiming
I'm living on Mars I'm Alien
Cadence be disturbing on every occasion
I wanna move to a foreign location
Kungfu this beat like I'm Asian
New school, old school I am phasing
I can show, but I cannot tell this
Elvis
Heard the verse, said it's metaverse
But he ain't really first, girl heard it first
We ain't slurp, doesn't even hurt
When she giving me Pelvis, yo
Hope we get a chance to fold
And get us a place to home, yeah
They been waiting on me
And so I'm here
They thought I was sleeping
They thought I was sick
I was learning to ball
Learning to spit
And I only speak
When I ought to speak, my nigga
And still can't chew no beef, my nigga
And I still can't do no spliff, my nigga
Chill now, peace sign, freestyle nigga
From this side we slide, you get that nigga?
Hot flows, I can see
I got goals to achieve
So I ask God on my knees
Whoever judging, "nigga please!"
Collecting bills like I'm SZA
This is practice on a freestyle
Bumping "Off-Season" in my ears now
What you looking forward to? Easter
(this next verse though, iyi verse)
[verse 2]
I'm counting my days, and my days never long enough
Trying to make amends, even when I'm getting off of a-
Cliff and the trends, never catch a nigga fall for that
I'm down for the change, but a chain never fall for that
Trap all these fans, I'mma duck all the trends
Overtake every car, and I'mma speed on this lane
And I'm slaying these bars, like I'm Slim Shady
I slapped that budget, I'm not even fancy
Ayy, I'm not even fancy I come from Kigali
You know the change that I'm chasing won't allow me to party
I'm outing some Gees, and I'm outing these feelings
And I'm venting, I'm venting I'm running for the keys I-
Don't flex I know where peace lies
Freestyles and confidence in God
Big dawgs and trust on my own fam
3 times I'm going for the Big Bang
And I'm pushing that button for real Gang
I'm coming, I'm bombing, Nagasaki, Vietnam
Kigali on fire, get ready on God
Woah, I look at the trees and leaves and kids and I think to myself what a wonderful world
I figured the secret to keep it one hundred keeps beefs outside of the door
I could tell you my biggest fear oh God, is I die without being the goat
Yeah, I keep it on 5on5; I'm always on time
You know that my mission gon keep me high
I told that demon it won't take me alive
I'm f*cking with you, you know how we do
I'm savage, I'm wilding, I'm writing my truths
I'm at peace when I'm rhyming; I'm rapping
The problems I'm floating above 'em
This got me addicted when I'm out in the Stu
The feelings of feeling neglected don't hurt me when I know they lacking an ounce of clue.
I'm down for this; I'm dog off the leash
They know I'm a King; in my town, I'm a kid
But they gon' give me the keys to the streets and Kingdom
This ain't no game for the beef; you know what time that it is
(You know what time it is)
It's Kraft o' Clock
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They been waiting on me, so I'm here
They thought I was sleeping
They thought I was sick
I was learning to ball, learning to spit
And I only speak when I ought to speak, my nigga
And still can't chew no beef, my nigga
And I still can't do no spliff, my nigga
Chill now, peace sign, freestyle nigga
From this side, we slide; you get that nigga?
Hot flows, I can see
I got goals to achieve
So I ask God on my knees
Whoever judging, "nigga, please!"
Collecting bills like I'm S.Z.A.
This is practice on a freestyle
Bumping "Off-Season" in my ears now
What you looking forward to? Easter!
It's a real nigga, digging 6 figures
Trying to get bigger nonstop
I done left niggas trying to fake lyrics
Cause I'm best spitting hot flows
These niggas don't know no goals
I'm feeling like King Kong going G.O.A.T
Composing cause all songs dope gold
And deposit my dough no more broke
I'm sick of the flops; I'm sick of this shit
Pretending it's bars (sick of this shit)
I bring a new world, beginning my work
It's a kick at the door (I'm sick of this shit)
I'm dribbling past defenses
I'm keeping my talk offensive
I JID at the ground you dancing
And I took a lil nap for resting
I'm keeping my style too basic
I'm shooting the stars not aiming
I'm living on Mars I'm Alien
Cadence be disturbing on every occasion
I wanna move to a foreign location
Kungfu this beat like I'm Asian
New school, old school I am phasing
I can show, but I cannot tell this
Elvis
Heard the verse, said it's metaverse
But he ain't really first, girl heard it first
We ain't slurp, doesn't even hurt
When she giving me Pelvis, yo
Hope we get a chance to fold
And get us a place to home, yeah
They been waiting on me
And so I'm here
They thought I was sleeping
They thought I was sick
I was learning to ball
Learning to spit
And I only speak
When I ought to speak, my nigga
And still can't chew no beef, my nigga
And I still can't do no spliff, my nigga
Chill now, peace sign, freestyle nigga
From this side we slide, you get that nigga?
Hot flows, I can see
I got goals to achieve
So I ask God on my knees
Whoever judging, "nigga please!"
Collecting bills like I'm SZA
This is practice on a freestyle
Bumping "Off-Season" in my ears now
What you looking forward to? Easter
(this next verse though, iyi verse)
[verse 2]
I'm counting my days, and my days never long enough
Trying to make amends, even when I'm getting off of a-
Cliff and the trends, never catch a nigga fall for that
I'm down for the change, but a chain never fall for that
Trap all these fans, I'mma duck all the trends
Overtake every car, and I'mma speed on this lane
And I'm slaying these bars, like I'm Slim Shady
I slapped that budget, I'm not even fancy
Ayy, I'm not even fancy I come from Kigali
You know the change that I'm chasing won't allow me to party
I'm outing some Gees, and I'm outing these feelings
And I'm venting, I'm venting I'm running for the keys I-
Don't flex I know where peace lies
Freestyles and confidence in God
Big dawgs and trust on my own fam
3 times I'm going for the Big Bang
And I'm pushing that button for real Gang
I'm coming, I'm bombing, Nagasaki, Vietnam
Kigali on fire, get ready on God
Woah, I look at the trees and leaves and kids and I think to myself what a wonderful world
I figured the secret to keep it one hundred keeps beefs outside of the door
I could tell you my biggest fear oh God, is I die without being the goat
Yeah, I keep it on 5on5; I'm always on time
You know that my mission gon keep me high
I told that demon it won't take me alive
I'm f*cking with you, you know how we do
I'm savage, I'm wilding, I'm writing my truths
I'm at peace when I'm rhyming; I'm rapping
The problems I'm floating above 'em
This got me addicted when I'm out in the Stu
The feelings of feeling neglected don't hurt me when I know they lacking an ounce of clue.
I'm down for this; I'm dog off the leash
They know I'm a King; in my town, I'm a kid
But they gon' give me the keys to the streets and Kingdom
This ain't no game for the beef; you know what time that it is
(You know what time it is)
It's Kraft o' Clock
They thought I was sleeping
They thought I was sick
I was learning to ball, learning to spit
And I only speak when I ought to speak, my nigga
And still can't chew no beef, my nigga
And I still can't do no spliff, my nigga
Chill now, peace sign, freestyle nigga
From this side, we slide; you get that nigga?
Hot flows, I can see
I got goals to achieve
So I ask God on my knees
Whoever judging, "nigga, please!"
Collecting bills like I'm S.Z.A.
This is practice on a freestyle
Bumping "Off-Season" in my ears now
What you looking forward to? Easter!
It's a real nigga, digging 6 figures
Trying to get bigger nonstop
I done left niggas trying to fake lyrics
Cause I'm best spitting hot flows
These niggas don't know no goals
I'm feeling like King Kong going G.O.A.T
Composing cause all songs dope gold
And deposit my dough no more broke
I'm sick of the flops; I'm sick of this shit
Pretending it's bars (sick of this shit)
I bring a new world, beginning my work
It's a kick at the door (I'm sick of this shit)
I'm dribbling past defenses
I'm keeping my talk offensive
I JID at the ground you dancing
And I took a lil nap for resting
I'm keeping my style too basic
I'm shooting the stars not aiming
I'm living on Mars I'm Alien
Cadence be disturbing on every occasion
I wanna move to a foreign location
Kungfu this beat like I'm Asian
New school, old school I am phasing
I can show, but I cannot tell this
Elvis
Heard the verse, said it's metaverse
But he ain't really first, girl heard it first
We ain't slurp, doesn't even hurt
When she giving me Pelvis, yo
Hope we get a chance to fold
And get us a place to home, yeah
They been waiting on me
And so I'm here
They thought I was sleeping
They thought I was sick
I was learning to ball
Learning to spit
And I only speak
When I ought to speak, my nigga
And still can't chew no beef, my nigga
And I still can't do no spliff, my nigga
Chill now, peace sign, freestyle nigga
From this side we slide, you get that nigga?
Hot flows, I can see
I got goals to achieve
So I ask God on my knees
Whoever judging, "nigga please!"
Collecting bills like I'm SZA
This is practice on a freestyle
Bumping "Off-Season" in my ears now
What you looking forward to? Easter
(this next verse though, iyi verse)
[verse 2]
I'm counting my days, and my days never long enough
Trying to make amends, even when I'm getting off of a-
Cliff and the trends, never catch a nigga fall for that
I'm down for the change, but a chain never fall for that
Trap all these fans, I'mma duck all the trends
Overtake every car, and I'mma speed on this lane
And I'm slaying these bars, like I'm Slim Shady
I slapped that budget, I'm not even fancy
Ayy, I'm not even fancy I come from Kigali
You know the change that I'm chasing won't allow me to party
I'm outing some Gees, and I'm outing these feelings
And I'm venting, I'm venting I'm running for the keys I-
Don't flex I know where peace lies
Freestyles and confidence in God
Big dawgs and trust on my own fam
3 times I'm going for the Big Bang
And I'm pushing that button for real Gang
I'm coming, I'm bombing, Nagasaki, Vietnam
Kigali on fire, get ready on God
Woah, I look at the trees and leaves and kids and I think to myself what a wonderful world
I figured the secret to keep it one hundred keeps beefs outside of the door
I could tell you my biggest fear oh God, is I die without being the goat
Yeah, I keep it on 5on5; I'm always on time
You know that my mission gon keep me high
I told that demon it won't take me alive
I'm f*cking with you, you know how we do
I'm savage, I'm wilding, I'm writing my truths
I'm at peace when I'm rhyming; I'm rapping
The problems I'm floating above 'em
This got me addicted when I'm out in the Stu
The feelings of feeling neglected don't hurt me when I know they lacking an ounce of clue.
I'm down for this; I'm dog off the leash
They know I'm a King; in my town, I'm a kid
But they gon' give me the keys to the streets and Kingdom
This ain't no game for the beef; you know what time that it is
(You know what time it is)
It's Kraft o' Clock
Writer: MUTABAZI Willy Christian
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