I see your bitch
She looking at Kydd
I think she gonna choose
I got homeies that wear body amour
That’s a Gundam suit
I make money off of music
Now I ain’t gotta move
All you do is win win win
No matter what it is hard to lose

So let me address this shit right now
Tell XXL that I want the mother fucker cover
No i got management backfire by a legend
Hey Jim, can we start shitting on these fuckers
To rap like me, you got to be out of your mind a little bit
But not enough to fuck up the process of killing shit
Obviously you never gonna stopping my prime
The industry thought I would be good enough to fill the position
Killing the shit, while I’m drilling these bitchies
You better remember the name bitch, its Kydd
I ain’t fuckin around
Or fucking up, all you bitches do is fuck up the sound
So hang it up and get smoked like a couple of pounds
I’m way better than average
I wanna beat you, a savage
Yeah my flows they vary
You just rap ever badly

I bag the beat
No fear of Bradly
When the pen and paper meet, I’m savvy bitch
I’ve been racing the clock with V8 that OK
I’ve drink my RedBull, you see these wings bitch
I got words by the head falls like where’s my headphones
You could never stop this lead flow
Like a water of flint
If you get offend by this shit
Then I’m saying you can all eat a dick
I represent where I'm from
If you outside looking in
I got a intricate tongue, and your about to get lick
A Michigan reprehensive in this bitch killing everything
There’s no option outside my settings to chill, just kill shit

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