R¥ K₩ & Paydro - 24 Lyrics

Finna be Cassius to Kobe
I got the Clay to be molding my hits like I'm running my kicks
I got a whole lot of shit to be saying, spray it
Run up a Webster's with cadence, hate it
Goddamn my wraps are amazing
I had to take a vacation
I had to hit up the homeland discover my roots
I need proof that I do what I do 'cause I'm meant to be two
Greater than one
Dichotomy proud of me honestly I'ma be a protégé to none say less
Make a couple dynasties I stay blessed
I don't give a damn if it ain't painless
I'm a grow from K's like my name Saint West
I'm a take my aim and I'll make A-List
I don't need them B.C.'s mop my past up with a squeegee
Dinosaur days when I skipped on Heelys
Ho I don't even need me
I just play games but this shit on easy
What does it mean?
Staying up nights just to live out a dream

I'm a light 'em up, I gotta behave?
F*ck no, push 'em all away oh wait
I ain't stressing none
I got no vendetta, cheddar, look a little better like
Ayy, baby I'm the one
Never try to change
F*ck no, push 'em all away oh
Hey, I ain't stressing none
I got no agenda, benders on Fenders I skip

Hey what-is-it?
Sit on my dick if you riding it
I'll leave a mark on a counterfeit take no account of it
F*ck you can count on hits ho
I'm gonna top out the charts as an Asian American star
Hard to believe that I did it with letters way more than just R
Yen when O-K with the wins that I Won
People look at me and think that I do this just only for fun
Yeah man I do
I make my worth and I laugh out my dues
If it hurts to be hearing that then it must suck to be you
I need four-ply, when I take a number two
'Cause I'm two times the shit most of you produce
I'm a try hard, so there's no excuse
If I pick these fruits then I'm gonna get juice
Couldn't f*ck my bars if you had protection
I'm in a mood don't start I been feeling malicious
I sick on beats I spaz my riddling Ritalin
Play hard less cash ain't a thought or a sentiment
Lock the game in a choke-hold swallow my cinnamon
Fake hoes acting cutthroat gonna get rid of 'em
Rip those who would front stabbing backs no innocents
Those of the toes that I tag I toe-nail
Clippers digging dirt wipe foes with a swiffer
Feeling burnt from flows that erode new rivers
Got a couple boatloads of the cold I deliver
I'm a need more gold for my records to get bigger
I'm told that I'm getting too old but my soul never sold
And I'm feeling real burnt cuz my heat been rose
'Cause I've been through dirt so I hope to grow
I believe like Church, uh

Wow so I couldn't be on this one?