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KSM - sum new Lyrics



KSM - sum new Lyrics




I been on my music timing, so I might just freestyle this
Hold on

Look, try something new, they gon' say it's weird
Niggas always corny till it work, then become a genius
I been tryna get my money up, you can keep the cents
I don't really know what's in his cup, but he not makin' sense

He not makin' sense, Asian hoe, she got the Yen
Call brodie, Aaron Donald the way he keep defence
Could get paid 50 mil, like I'm Brad Beal
I don't wanna deal, I'm not Diddy or Meek Mill

Used to tell me she mine, I don't feel the love
I still see her every day, but it's from a distance
Told me we were best friends, I done failed the mission
Think she got Curry range with her precision

Look, tryna miss match all my fits, call me Oli Beerens
I got chemistry next, learnin' all the theorems
Used to make music for my classmates
Couple months left, got me thinkin' it's like fast-paced

How come two weeks went by, felt just like a minute
After this year, gon' fly, tell them sky's the limit
Sky's the limit, takin' photos like I'm Pinterest
Paparazzi on my route, I might switch it

Brodie at the wheel, told me go outside and refill
Drive Forest Hill, like we tryna get to Dreamville
I'm in school still, and I'm nearly graduated
Like I'm Lauryn Hill, not tryna be miseducated

Miseducated, like the 50's got my money all segregated
I'm decorated, separated, God-originated
Look, I'm still breathin', praise the one above
Tryna make my life into a movie like I'm Shia LaBeouf
Call me Gary Payton on my defense, cause I'm like a glove

(Ha Ha)
Yeah
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I been on my music timing, so I might just freestyle this
Hold on

Look, try something new, they gon' say it's weird
Niggas always corny till it work, then become a genius
I been tryna get my money up, you can keep the cents
I don't really know what's in his cup, but he not makin' sense

He not makin' sense, Asian hoe, she got the Yen
Call brodie, Aaron Donald the way he keep defence
Could get paid 50 mil, like I'm Brad Beal
I don't wanna deal, I'm not Diddy or Meek Mill

Used to tell me she mine, I don't feel the love
I still see her every day, but it's from a distance
Told me we were best friends, I done failed the mission
Think she got Curry range with her precision

Look, tryna miss match all my fits, call me Oli Beerens
I got chemistry next, learnin' all the theorems
Used to make music for my classmates
Couple months left, got me thinkin' it's like fast-paced

How come two weeks went by, felt just like a minute
After this year, gon' fly, tell them sky's the limit
Sky's the limit, takin' photos like I'm Pinterest
Paparazzi on my route, I might switch it

Brodie at the wheel, told me go outside and refill
Drive Forest Hill, like we tryna get to Dreamville
I'm in school still, and I'm nearly graduated
Like I'm Lauryn Hill, not tryna be miseducated

Miseducated, like the 50's got my money all segregated
I'm decorated, separated, God-originated
Look, I'm still breathin', praise the one above
Tryna make my life into a movie like I'm Shia LaBeouf
Call me Gary Payton on my defense, cause I'm like a glove

(Ha Ha)
Yeah
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Writer: E Phiri
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Performed By: KSM
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: E Phiri

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