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KSI - Dissimulation Album Lyrics



KSI - Dissimulation Lyrics






What You Been On

Yeah, yeah
F*ck you been on?
F*ck you been on?
What you been on?
What you been on?

I been on high, I been on holiday (ooh)
Paid for the ting with my DNA (ayy)
I been on gettin' the 92 (drip)
Pray that I make the water puke (oh)
I been on comin' through with the two-two
And I'm f*ckin' up with the A (bop, bop)
I been on new tricks with the two six
And I'm killin' up with the gang (brrrap, oh)
Really been bad-bad like a new grad
Comin' out with the first (yeah, yeah)
I been on bring me the hearse (ayy)
Takin' these niggas to church (drip)
I been on f*ckin' the ten (ten, ayy)
I been on f*ckin' the gang (gang)
I've been on many, many like I'm Obafemi
When I'm rollin' with businessmen

F*ck you been on? Ayy, ayy (f*ck you been on?)
F*ck you been on? Ayy, ayy (f*ck you been on?)
What you been on? (What you been on?)
What you been on? (Skrrt)
I've been doin' this (yeah, yeah)
Run with the crew in this (nah)
F*ck you been on? (F*ck you been on?)
F*ck you been on?

I've been on cuttin' the middle man (sheesh)
Buyin' in bulk and I never win
I've been on gettin' Aventador (ooh)
Stoppin' and gettin' it with the law
I've been out freakin' in public (yeah)
She takin' risks and she love it
I've been on blowin' the budget (ahh)
Look at the bill and say "f*ck it"
I've been on long drives with Sativa highs
When she touchin' my genitals (ooh)
I've been on bad hoes with an attitude
But she win and I ate it up
Bought me that V12 to a new city (yeah)
New chain cost two-fifty
New braid, look too pretty
New day, got two milli' (ooh)

F*ck you been on? Ayy, ayy (f*ck you been on?)
F*ck you been on? Ayy, ayy (f*ck you been on?)
What you been on? (What you been on?)
What you been on? (Skrrt)
I've been doin' this (yeah, yeah)
Run with the crew in this (nah)
F*ck you been on? (F*ck you been on?)
F*ck you been on?

Woo
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Writer: Olajide William Olatunji
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Cap

(Go Grizz)
(Molly Made)

Don't
I cannot pretend if I don't
I can tell the fake from the fraud
Out here checking chips for the bank
That's why I can't be no friends with no cap

With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
With no cap, bitch, that's cap

F*ck up the city
My bitch she bad and she did it
Put the Patek on her arm, she litty
Ice, ice cold, cold, frigid
I was on the road, kilo, tryna get it
I will not sell my soul for a billion
Drop Mulsanne, gotcha main man
Ridin' through the city when I f*ck with the gang
Shawty got stuck with the gang
Bent the Benz, take her, we pullin' up Range
These niggas cap, they lame
I'ma put the AP on, make it rain
She bad, she a animal, get tamed
Pouring up the mud in the Fanta drank
Homes, you a dud I'ma hit you with the flame
Took these hoes, Offset and the gang
These niggas broke, ooh, shame, oh, shame
Bust my neck, my wrist, my frames
Bust your bitch, give the rest to the gang
Bust my clip, f*ck a vest I got aim
F*ck nigga talkin' on Twitter, say your name
I'ma pay ten rack, they gon' eat your brain
Ridin' in the Benz Maybach, what's your name?
I'ma drip, drip Gucci down, Gucci 'caine

I cannot pretend if I don't (if I don't)
I can tell the fake from the fraud (from the fraud)
Out here checking chips for the bank (we the bank)
That's why I can't be no friends with no cap

With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
With no cap, bitch, that's cap

Coolin', a bitch tryna find me
My bread, that shit cookin', it's grimey
The product they're selling like pallets
My putty, I glue it like Pritt Stick
Payin' the crystal for surfing
Catchin' a wave, nigga fishin'
People hissin', cuttin' their hands in the kitchen
Snakey slimes, they sell out a mate for dimes
Pay 200k for rhymes, I get 200k for the views
I paid 500k for a cat
I got 500k for that river
Niggas on different cheddar
F*ck around with that blue cheese and that mozzarella
Edit the show, got my blue trees
Open the garden with few keys
Hellen Keller, won't show when I panic
I don't stop winnin', I swear I'm an addict
Automatic, competition is viewless
Cinematic when I kill it like Kula
They go manic, they don't win, I'm in it
Overtime when I dunk and it's scenic, ayy, ayy

I cannot pretend if I don't (if I don't)
I can tell the fake from the fraud (from the fraud)
Out here checking chips for the bank (we the bank)
That's why I can't be no friends with no cap

With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
With no cap, bitch, that's cap, ayy
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Writer: Olajide William Olatunji
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Poppin

Ooh, Jetski (D-Diego)
Woo, whoa (Go Grizz)
I'm poppin' fam (yeah, Purpp)
(Mally Mall) woo

Money be dripping like water
Tap in, I want it, I get it (gang, gang)
I got my money in line with the queen
Royalty making the credit
I gotta spend a lot
Five figure when I pull the trigger, window shopping
If it look good on the neck or the wrist
Pop out the black and then cop it

These niggas hating, I'm poppin' (yeah)
Rock out with the Draco, I'm rocking (Purpp)
I signed a deal and then put up a song
And yeah, bitch, I took off like a rocket (woo)
I spent two hundred on watches
I got the sauce, so they watching (yeah)
I got two Glocks and they both come with beam
Yeah, bitch, you know how I'm rocking (brrt, brrt, brrt)

AK, red dot (huh), HK (yeah), headshot (brr)
Kitchen, crack rock (who), bathtub, bath salt (bath)
I'm serving up H (ayy, ayy)
Drunk an eight to the face (ayy, ayy)
Wait, wait (wait)
I might buy a pink Wraith (huh)
Look at my diamonds dancing (dance)
Serving up H, Chris Hansen (whoa)
I might go shoot up your mansion
I just ashed in the Aston (yeah)
Stomp a nigga out, need boots (boots)
Forgiato on both coupes (ooh)
Order me wonton soup (yeah)
Why f*ck one if I can f*ck two? (Ah)
Look at my wrist, Corona (huh)
My neck got Ebola (whoa)
Doing drive-bys in the Yoda (vroom)
Poured up a seven like Oda (yeah)
Just left Webster (huh), f*ck that bitch, don't text her (no way)
I might sext her (uh), I'm geeked up like Dexter

Money be dripping like water
Tap in, I want it, I get it (gang, gang)
I got my money in line with the queen
Royalty making the credit
I gotta spend a lot
Five figure when I pull the trigger, window shopping
If it look good on the neck or the wrist
Pop out the black and then cop it

These niggas hating, I'm poppin' (yeah)
Rock out with the Draco, I'm rocking (Purpp)
I signed a deal and then put up a song
And yeah, bitch, I took off like a rocket (woo)
I spent two hundred on watches
I got the sauce, so they watching (yeah)
I got two Glocks and they both come with beam
Yeah, bitch, you know how I'm rocking (brrt, brrt, brrt)

I'm so ahead of the game, already making a sequel (damn)
Easy to view that I'm winning the levels
Goes to show how we're not equal (uh-huh)
I got a ting for the yacht (swish), I got a ting for the PJ (ooh)
Got my accountant to show me my capital and he came back with an essay
I got the juice when I'm getting the women (what?)
Moving on like a relay (ah)
Fish them out with a big hook (bah)
Wanna fight? Get a check book (bah)
Winning and doing it legal
No one can f*ck with my people (nah)
I'm in LA where the evil is pushing me up
Call me the de-vil (rah)

Money be dripping like water
Tap in, I want it, I get it (gang, gang)
I got my money in line with the queen
Royalty making the credit
I gotta spend a lot
Five figure when I pull the trigger, window shopping
If it look good on the neck or the wrist
Pop out the black and then cop it

These niggas hating, I'm poppin' (yeah)
Rock out with the Draco, I'm rocking (Purpp)
I signed a deal and then put up a song
And yeah, bitch, I took off like a rocket (woo)
I spent two hundred on watches
I got the sauce, so they watching (yeah)
I got two Glocks and they both come with beam
Yeah, bitch, you know how I'm rocking (brrt, brrt, brrt)

Bitches love Purpp when I walk in they bit' fifty G's in my pocket (fifty, fifty)
Walk in a circle of hoes, 'cause bitch, I been known on the topic (woo, woo)
My shooter gon' bust at your melon, if I put some G's in his pocket (brrt, yeah)
And f*ck all that lecturing shit, 'cause my shooter go straight to your noggin' (Purpp)
I pop my .9 in his bitch (pop), I probably piped on his bitch
And if a nigga try me, then you know he gon' die, I got slime in this bitch (slime, slime)
I stay ten toes (ten toes), play hoes like Nintendo ('Tendo, woo)
I can't hop in, uh, there's no tinted windows (windows, bitch)

Money be dripping like water
Tap in, I want it, I get it (gang, gang)
I got my money in line with the queen
Royalty making the credit
I gotta spend a lot
Five figure when I pull the trigger, window shopping
If it look good on the neck or the wrist
Pop out the black and then cop it

These niggas hating, I'm poppin' (yeah)
Rock out with the Draco, I'm rocking (Purpp)
I signed a deal and then put up a song
And yeah, bitch, I took off like a rocket (woo)
I spent two hundred on watches
I got the sauce, so they watching (yeah)
I got two Glocks and they both come with beam
Yeah, bitch, you know how I'm rocking (brrt, brrt, brrt)
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Writer: Diego Javier Avendano, Gazzy Garcia, Jamal F. Rashid, Kevin Andre Price, Olajide Olayinka Williams Olatunji, Omar Jeffery Pineiro
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Houdini

Oh, na, nah, you don't wanna ramp with me
Oh, la, la, run up on man and squeeze (I squeeze)
Easy, peasy, squeezy (ayy)
Talking bad until you see me (ayy)
Make man, just like Houdini
(Then I pop up with the bae, squeeze it, blow them away, ay)

Bring that ting in the place where you're needed (bring it)
Big ting, make me wanna bust when I beat it (dutty)
Mi no even care if you're fake or the real
I just wanna get a feel of that booty that you treating, oh (agh, agh)
Why you wanna play that hard to get?
My fourth letter gettin' bigger in the alphabet
My dumb figure movin' silly when you come correct
But she on fleek, check, booty check
Breath check, money check
Later in the night she a freak, check (ayy, man)
Winnin' everythin' that I'm throwin' (Jeez)
Got a Cuban for the neck, gold glowing (uh, uh)
Really only want a bad ting (bad ting)
Make me wanna do a mad ting (mad ting)
See me when I'm on my Don King
And I kill it with the millies
So I get another ring for the bae

Oh, na, nah, you don't wanna ramp with me
Oh, la, la, run up on man, then squeeze
Easy, peasy, squeezy
Talkin' bad until you see me (come on, come on)
Make man, just like Houdini (yeah)

T Wayne from the 9
She does a likkle tweet, tweet and a little snap, snap
Preeing up her Insta', all I do is tap, tap (come on, come on)
I ain't into talking, but she make me chat-chat (ayy)
Man would do anything, just so they could have that
See me, I do it better (ayy), she flexin' in my sweater (sweater)
People, I can't trust them like the weather
Face Riri, got a body like she Mennah (Mennah)
Money on a B-day (ayy), I don't do no letter
Love to spend grands (Money)
Got one young G, all he know is bang (boom)
Uptown function, but I'm with gang (ayy)
All these broke yutes gassin' up 'Gram (Bang)
Make no paper actin' on cam
Love a real deal, not a lie (lie)
I said "Let's have a dinner date in Dubai"
Girl bust it down, look up like July (ayy)
Got girl at the table, meet KSI (KSI)

Oh, na, nah, you don't wanna ramp with me
Oh, la, la, run up on man, and squeeze (I squeeze)
Easy, peasy, squeezy (ayy)
Talking bad until you see me (ayy)
Make man, just like Houdini
(Then I pop up with the bae, squeeze it, blow them away, ay)

Oh, na, nah, you don't wanna ramp with me
Oh, la, la, run up on man, then squeeze
Easy, peasy, squeezy
Talkin' bad until you see me
Make man, just like Houdini
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Writer: Olajide William Olatunji
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Bad Lil Vibe

I'm just tryna take it to the sky
VVS', diamonds blinding eyes
Countin' this make me really feel alive
Girl, you way too bad to compromise

Baby, won't you bang my line?
'Cause if you bad and broke, that's a sign
That you messin' with a lame, wastin' time
Let me take you to the hills for the vibes
Bad lil' vibe tryna chill with me
Water drippin' down and I'm friendly
And the opps so mad, lotta envy
Talk that shit behind my back but be friendly

Hoppin' in and outta coupes, you wanna play
How to tell her that I need a little space
Gave her feelings that I know she can't erase, yeah
Told me that it's mine, I know she lyin'
Should I call her up? I can't decide
Wanna take me to the room, I can't decline
Only true ones wanna change your life
Her life, uh, yeah

Baby, won't you bang my line?
'Cause if you bad and broke, that's a sign
That you messin' with a lame, wastin' time
Let me take you to the hills for the vibes
Bad lil' vibe tryna chill with me
Water drippin' down and I'm friendly
And the opps so mad, lotta envy
Talk that shit behind my back but be friendly

Put the chain right back
I don't trust lil' baby with a credit like that
Soul sellin', affiliated with the trap, yo
'Cause we slippin' through that money, on tap now

I need to focus up now, we in that 2020 vision
Decision of love, contention from these different women
Ambition is my religion when I pray
But it's so much harder when the devil make me say

Baby, won't you bang my line?
'Cause if you bad and broke, that's a sign
That you messin' with a lame, wastin' time
Let me take you to the hills for the vibes
Bad lil' vibe tryna chill with me
Water drippin' down and I'm friendly
And the opps so mad, lotta envy
Talk that shit behind my back but be friendly
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Writer: Diego Avendano, Ivory Scott, Jamal Rashid, Jeremy Felton, Leandro Hidalgo, Mams Taylor, Olajide Olatunji
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






How It Feel

You the best, how it feel?
Skrr

You the best, how it feel? (Yeah, yeah)
How you woke up lookin' like you got a Olay poppin' deal?
(Ooh) cool
Love to celebrate the gang and never running out of cheers (ayy, ah)
If they don't hate us when we winnin' (ayy)
Baby, you know what we do (what we do, what we do)
Long way from the bottom, baby, this is how it feel

Wearin' the new, piss in the loo
Polish the Vs, now makin' a zute
Whenever you near me, I'm poppin' off
Eatin' so good, then we burn it off
Swipin', I'm part of the A Team
When you take it to face it get more clean
I know, I know now
Too much I know
Presidential now froze like ice, don't stand way too close
And I really don't lose, no joke
I really hope you forgive that I boast
It's really hard not to say when you chosen
Pour the drink and we toastin'

You the best, how it feel? (Yeah, yeah)
How you woke up lookin' like you got a Olay poppin' deal?
Cool
Love to celebrate the gang and never running out of cheers (ayy)
If they don't hate us when we winnin'
Baby, you know what we do (you know what we do, you know what we do)
Long way from the bottom, baby, this is how it feel

Yeah, coolin' the heat at my property, make it now
Got a new track that I'm feelin' now
Maybe a 'Rari to hit the town
Takin' a ride-ride with the top down on the road
Takin' it my time in the right line when I go
Tell me how you really feel
See you lookin', out there livin', boy, you keep it chill
I see all the other women, cold enough to spill
Still I got the option there to kill

You the best, how it feel? (Yeah, yeah)
How you woke up lookin' like you got a Olay poppin' deal?
(Ooh) cool
Love to celebrate the gang and never running out of cheers (ayy)
If they don't hate us when we winnin'
Baby, you know what we do
Long way from the bottom, baby, this is how it feel
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Writer: Blake Slatkin, Daniel Klein, Diego Avendano, Ivory Scott, Matt Campfield, Olajide Olatunji, Westen Weiss
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Wake Up Call

Yeah
Oh
I love Trippie Redd
Yeah
(Mally Mall)

Don't wake up when it's too late
They might think that you hate me
I'ma get it in while you wait
Better late than never

Yeah, this the wake up call
Ain't no walkin' out, you better wake up, dawg
Yeah, this the wake up call
Every other day, I'm gettin' cake like, yum
Yeah, this the wake up call
Ain't no walkin' out, you better wake up, dawg
Yeah, get your face bust, dawg
Your bitch with me now tryna get face f*cked, dawg
Okay

Funny, innit? (Huh?), now they wantin' to get it (money)
Now they wantin' to visit (ay)
'Cause they watchin' the riches (milly)
See me gettin' the cheddar (cheese)
See me sprinkle the pepper (season)
Panoramic my view and leadin' and trendin', whatever (okay)
Feel it (yeah), Thurman how I go kill it (kill)
How you stakin', get filet (beef), ex 'em out to Xzibit
I'm winnin' in different avenues ('nues)
Trippy my revenue (ay)
Don't see me ever lose, I jump hurdles like kangaroos

Don't wake up when it's too late
They might think that you hate me
I'ma get it in while you wait
Better late than never

Yeah, this the wake up call
Ain't no walkin' out, you better wake up, dawg
Yeah, this the wake up call (yeah)
Every other day, I'm gettin' cake like, yum (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, this the wake up call
Ain't no walkin' out, you better wake up, dawg (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, get your face bust, dawg (uh)
Your bitch with me now tryna get face f*cked, dawg (yeah, yeah)
Okay

Picture perfect, now that they know I'm worth it
Before they hate it, now they say I deserve it (livin')
'Bout the beef, showin' 'em how I bring it (hatin')
Out the beach, sippin' on somethin' different (swimmin')
Swimmin' in money, they said "I'll never earn" (never earn)
Kicked outta school, they said "I'll never learn" (never learn)
Now I learn to make it count (yeah)
Multiply, division, and makin' a high amount, bitch

Yeah, in a big body swervin' (swervin')
No Suburban, bitch, this is a Bentley
Pussy do not tempt me (skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, 'cause the chopper get to bustin' (yeah, yeah)
Have a nigga lookin' like Ricky

Yeah, this the wake up call
Ain't no walkin' out, you better wake up, dawg
Yeah, this the wake up call
Every other day, I'm gettin' cake like, yum (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, this the wake up call
Ain't no walkin' out, you better wake up, dawg
Yeah, get your face bust, dawg (uh)
Your bitch with me now tryna get face f*cked, dawg
Okay
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Writer: Byron Trice, Jamal F. Rashid, Mams Taylor, Michael Lamar Ii White, Olajide Olayinka Williams Olatunji, Sam Andrew Gumbley, William Robert Rappaport
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Killa Killa

Baddie run the trap when I'm in the streets
You don't wanna play, no, no
Got a target on your back standin' next to me
Ayy, I don't know, you don't know, you don't, ah

Backed out with that look in her eye
That'll make the devil smile (skrrt)
Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)
Ballin' on my level now (ah)

'Cause mami's a killa, killa (ah, ah)
Shoot like a rilla, rilla (bop, bop)
So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
Hell no, you don't you know who you're f*ckin' with

Used to punchin' on the internet, I can order that
Twenty million when I see the net, I made all of that
Even when I'm ill, I see a vet, I'm an animal
They know I'm eatin' up a threat I'm Hannibal (ayy, ayy)
I got no reason to panic when all the money paid
Tailor-made, wear it, I'm on it now I'm feelin' swayed
Money made, know I can choose the weather on any day
Anyway, king of the drama, killin' it every day
Ooh, know you heard it 'cause you always throw back
Ooh, rollin' through the pictures on her Kodak
Ooh, I'm the cat savin' like a goalie (ooh)
Wishin', but I know you f*ckin' hate me

Backed out with that look in her eye
That'll make the devil smile (skrrt)
Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)
Ballin' on my level now

'Cause mami's a killa, killa
Shoot like a rilla, rilla (bop, bop)
So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
Ayy, ayy, hell no, you don't you know who you're, nah

You don't know who you f*ckin' with (nah)
I know money come and go when I go to this (I know many)
Turn up in a killer mode (ayy)
Ladies, you feelin' it
Had another man and I'm then I'm leavin' them, hiddlin'
I'm a beast when I'm on it
Harder than your bullet (Jeez)
I really want it like Buffalo need the women (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Shreddin' it, disrespectin', then I'm deadin' it (nah, nah)
You're kiddin' me, winnin' with the figure like I'm Benedict (damn)
Got the money flowing proper like a ATM (skrrt)
'Cause they see me glowin' proper with a alien (skrrt, skrrt)
Taller than a mack when I gotta stack it up
Now she soundin' like Chewbacca when she back it up (ah)

Backed out with that look in her eye
That'll make the devil smile (skrrt)
Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)
Ballin' on my level now

'Cause my man's a killa, killa
Shoot like a rilla, rilla
So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
Yeah, yeah
Hell no, you don't you know who you're f*ckin' with

Yeah, uh, uh
No, no
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Writer: Diego Ave, Olajide Olayinka Williams Olatunji, Tiina Vainikainen, William Rappaport, Yoshiya Ady
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Domain

This is the domain (cyeah), gas up like propane (cyeah)
Glowed up with gold chains (mmm)
Pulled up with new gains (mmm)
I'm from the world wide web, how I'm catchin' all these f*ckin' vermin
Still I'm burnin', why they concernin' over the shit I'm earnin'?
Domain, gas up like propane (mmm)
Glowed up with gold chains (cyeah)
Pulled up with new gains (cyeah)
I'm from the world wide web, how I'm catchin' all these f*ckin' vermin
Still I'm curvin', I'm just confirmin' all of the shit I'm learnin'

Yeah, and I switch it up like I'm Shyamalan (mmm)
Splittin' up how I'm making money
And I stayed a villain like a Shadowkhan
Nigga had to switch it up another level
With a transformation, Megatron
Hungry girl wanna come along
Come fast like Ramadan
Oh, shit, now, I'm on my biz like pow
Fatal like I'm Kung Lao
I'm killin' it while the accountant is billing it
Bringin' in wishes, dende
I get it like I'm Llorente
My body lookin' excellente
They don't wanna hear that, toupe
Bringin' the juice (oh yeah)
Come with the spark, break through like Kool-Aid
I made the news, 'cause I come with a fight
All the fight that I'm too paid
Too made, I'm from that new age
Mad at the fact that I'm still on the map, still on the rap
Knowin' that I still wanna stab, still win the scrap

In my domain (cyeah), gas up like propane (cyeah)
Glowed up with gold chains (mmm)
Pulled up with new gains (mmm)
I'm from the world wide web, how I'm catchin' all these f*ckin' vermin
Still I'm burnin', why they concernin' over the shit I'm earnin'?
Domain, gas up like (cyeah, cyeah)
Gas up like

Your greatest enemy
Empathy, I'm feelin' numb to it (yeah)
Feelin' better now I cut it off (yeah)
Visualisin' all the fun to it
Shit don't even f*ckin' matter
F*ck your social ladder, f*ck your social feelin' (yeah, yeah)
I just don't give a f*ck about a social figure, nigga (cyeah, cyeah)
Keep on playin' though (what?)
I'm the winner and I keep on sayin' so (what?)
I'm the city boy, you see what I'm makin' though
No one can break up my colony (colony)
Look at my catalogue, I'm a different nigga in the toughest economy (economy)
I came from the analog
Now I went with the digital, I'm the new pinnacle
About it like I'm a dog, refusin' to let it go
Critical

Domain (cyeah), gas up like propane (cyeah)
Glowed up with gold chains (mmm)
Pulled up with new gains (mmm)
I'm from the world wide web, how I'm catchin' all these f*ckin' vermin
Still I'm burnin', why they concernin' over the shit I'm earnin'?
Domain, gas up like propane (mmm)
Glowed up with gold chains (cyeah)
Pulled up with new gains (cyeah)
I'm from the world wide web, how I'm catchin' all these f*ckin' vermin
Still I'm curvin', I'm just confirmin' all of the shit I'm learnin'
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Writer: Olajide William Olatunji
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Down Like That

Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that, ay, down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? Ay, Down like
I was nothing but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things were getting hard
I've always seen the light, despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah, down like that (oh why)

Yeah, yeah
I want that knockdown
F*ck up the system, make it shut down
I'm cold with this
Slow man down like Freezer
Wanna back stab like Frieza
Dictate death like Caesar
Always come through with a B (yeah)
Got to do a lot to trouble me (yeah)
Visionary still won't tunnel me (yeah)
Me to you, now that will chuckle me
Devilish views when they're aiming at a prophet
Emitting pain 'til you're nothing
Remember what I said when that pussy tried moving with the opps?
Now he back with the blocks, nigga

Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that, ay, down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? Ay, Down like
I was nothing but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things were getting hard
I've always seen the light, despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah (it's the biggest in the game)
Down like that (uh, uh)

Phantoms in my yard, so ring-around-the-Rolls (skrrt)
Hardest on the block, the biggest one, the boss
Helicopter pad, the home run, Sammy Sosa (biggest)
Stealing all the bases, I'm the ladies token (woo)
Bitches always bad, I'm known to blow the budgets (huh)
Meek was at the crib, so double M the subject (ah)
Condo got three levels, Postmate all the lunches
Flippin' all the kilos, keepin' all the grudges (boss, huh)

Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that, ay, down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? Ay, Down like
I was nothing but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things were getting hard
I've always seen the light, despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah, down like that (oh why)

Uh, Baby
Ain't no more let downs unless the top getting dropped
I love it at the top, my concierge don't ever stop me
You know I f*ck with Ross, I even went and bought the block
A hundred million dollars strong, I really came from sellin' rocks
Championship belt, them VVS' spark
Still will hit the gas and get out on the narcs
Killers move for free, I just can't pick a cost
Put the drip on market took it to the charts
Now I'm rocking with the biggest and I'm f*cking with the boss
I'm out

Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that, ay, down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? Ay, Down like
I was nothing but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things were getting hard
I've always seen the light, despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah, down like that (oh why)
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Writer: Byron Trice, Olajide Olayinka Williams Olatunji, Sam Andrew Gumbley, William Leonard Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network






Undefeated

Drop-top, I'm speedin' it, ay, ay, ay

Undefeated in the drop-top, I'm speedin' in
I be buildin' it to swallow like it's cinnamon
Never minimum, visible with a pedigree
When I see you, better keep up with that energy
I stay undefeated
Always go barefoot now, the floor is heated
Keepin' it movin' like in the Caribbean
Win, win, win, that's all my people seein'

Gang is always full up when we eat
PJ to the city for the beat
If they get a table, then I'm gone
Alcohol to raise my serotonin

Yeah, better keep up with that energy
Don't get better when you end up as a enemy
I know that pussy wanna talk
'Til they get punched up by this ebony
I'm a staple of the game
Stack that paper and I held on with a name
Strapped up, my price up, no cap, I'm on eight
Now a man gets packed up and tacked up 'til late

Yeah, Rocky Marciano
Unbeatable, '06, Adriana
Come like a raged bull, Murcielago
Cabo to super Chile, Santiago

Undefeated in the drop-top I'm speedin' in
I be buildin' it to swallow like it's cinnamon
Never minimum, visible with a pedigree
When I see you, better keep up with that energy
I stay undefeated
Always go barefoot now, the floor is heated
Keepin' it movin' like in the Caribbean
Win, win, win, that's all my people seein'

Win, win, win, doing everything
I'm a different breed, Richard Mille chillin' on the sleeve
Never rented, I just invented a new position
Wonder if I'll ever have any as competition
Killer, the leader in different arenas
Hidden power, I'm on the come-up, the boy like Atreus
All these people tweeting that you didn't want her to meet us
Drop hat, why would they call me the king like Elias?
I'm that, whether they focus on
Still I always reign above the sinners and pour it on
Actin' like you tough, the bravado like Jason Bourne
They comin' out all pussy, Sticky Vicky from Benidorm
Bitch, I'm really doin' this shit

Yeah, Rocky Marciano
Unbeatable, '06 Adriano
Come like a raged bull, Murcielago
Cabo to super Chile, Santiago

Undefeated in the drop-top I'm speedin' in
I be buildin' it to swallow like it's cinnamon
Never minimum, visible with a pedigree
When I see you, better up with that energy
I stay undefeated
Always go barefoot now, the floor is heated
Keepin' it movin' like in the Caribbean
Win, win, win, that's all my people seein'
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Olajide William Olatunji
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Millions

I got millions on my mind
Still I get so anxious
And I can't help me
Got my feelings on the line
And I get no answers
Something wrong with me
'Cause I'm not on cloud nine
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be your B
I got millions on my mind
Still I get so anxious
And I can't help me

Money can't buy happiness
Only rent it
I told myself I wanna finish
And I meant it
I hated every f*ckin' second
Hated every mention
Searchin' and screamin'
For all the reasons that you wanted
More appealing and attention
You turned my blood against me
You made me hate my bestie
You f*ckin' ruined me, man, but
You don't care
Every message that I was sent was just air
Oh well, f*ck it, you got what you wanted
At my expense
You did it, you already won it
And now I'm pickin' up my pieces
Done with all your leases
I hope you hear this and hate it

I got millions on my mind
Still I get so anxious
And I can't help me
Got my feelings on the line
And I get no answers
Something wrong with me
'Cause I'm not on cloud nine
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be your B
I got millions on my mind
Still I get so anxious
And I can't help me

I know I'm not easy to be around
Hard times, you're holding me down
And I like how you smile
Even when I make a fool of myself
Still, you want nobody else
And that shit really helps
Diamond in the rough, you know I mean it
You don't want the money or the fame
You'd rather leave it
Leave it just to help out all the people with their mental
Fundamental, you are my sentimental dealer
Turning down my compliments
I really hate it, since I'm tryna boost your confidence
I really made it since you helped me with my issues
Stronger than ever
Want you to know it
Forever

I got millions on my mind
Still I get so anxious
And I can't help me
Got my feelings on the line
And I get no answers
Something wrong with me
'Cause I'm not on cloud nine
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be your B
I got millions on my mind
Still I get so anxious
And I can't help me
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Olajide William Olatunji
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing






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Dissimulation is the debut studio album by British influencer, boxer, and musician KSI. It was released by RBC Records and BMG on 22 May 2020, and a deluxe edition of the album was released three days later. The album features guest appearances from Offset, Lil Pump, Smokepurpp, Swarmz, Tion Wayne, Jeremih, Trippie Redd, Aiyana-Lee, Rick Ross, Lil Baby and S-X. The deluxe edition of the album features further guest appearances from AJ Tracey, Rich the Kid, Randolph and Crypt.

Dissimulation was preceded by four singles. "Down Like That", featuring Rick Ross, Lil Baby and S-X, was released on 8 November 2019 as the album's lead single and it peaked at number 10 on the UK Singles Chart. "Wake Up Call", featuring Trippie Redd, was released on 31 January 2020 as the second single and it debuted at number 11 on the UK Singles Chart. "Poppin", featuring Lil Pump and Smokepurpp, was released on 27 March 2020 as the third single.

"Houdini", featuring Swarmz and Tion Wayne, was released on 24 April 2020 as the fourth single from the album and it debuted at number six on the UK Singles Chart. Following the release of Dissimulation, "Killa Killa", featuring Aiyana-Lee, was released as the album's fifth single on 17 July 2020. It had previously peaked at number 27 on the UK Singles Chart.

Dissimulation received mostly positive reviews from music critics. Many critics praised KSI's growth from his previous music releases and commended the album's credibility, recognising that KSI had achieved making a genuine rap album. Critics concluded that Dissimulation "marks a serious leap forward for KSI" and remarked that the album has "cemented him his place as a force to be reckoned within the music industry".

Dissimulation debuted at number two on the UK Albums Chart and it further entered the albums charts of 16 other countries. Dissimulation was the UK's highest-selling debut album by a British artist and the fourth highest-selling album by a British rap artist in 2020. The album has been certified gold by the British Phonographic Industry (BPI) for exceeding sales of 100,000 units in the UK.
Performed By: KSI
Genre(s): British hip hop, trap
Length: 33:54
Released: May 22nd, 2020
Year: 2020

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