Pink Siifu & Fly Anakin
Kin’tro
[Intro: Pink Siifu]
Aye we open n***a

[Verse 1: Pink Siifu]
This that "Wanna go get it", can't bat first time, still with it
Cuz your players illicit, still playing with it, aw man
Y'all God folic, Allah, swear to God they want us dead
Get money, stunt on them hoes, get instead real bread
Me and Anakin here inching, they ain't picking no cotton on my hand
I'm fitted, rash in religion
Follow, follow me, tryna be following
Mama plead, Papa plead, can't keep battling
Come home, broken home, tears following, hoes follow in
Hollows peak, that's always something, my n***a always busting
Got a demon on her inside, troubled high school
F**k it, we all in here my dogs, this year trouble
Got to hustling like Pac moving the dogs, come on it's all here
Aw yeah, aw yeah
This your kinfolk, juggling fire between rain
Better than no type hook, I'm staying next to your widow, I'm out
Tryna hear what they talking about
Wait, wait, it's like uh
I'm tryna hear what they say though

[Verse 2: Fly Anakin]
Yo yo
Yo
It's that one of a kind, divine feet planted straight to their grind
We still speak but the truth wasn't wine, prey in thin air
I start to care for n***as more than self care
Into despair and living lies separated the stairs, let's walk up on em
I ain't got the whip, today is y'all moment, doggone it
I'd never be your opponent, it's us against them
Most of what they said is they [?]
Still adding up the billy, know it's [?]
All black, because it's real in the cul de sac
The pack wasn't strong, used the .40, making contact
They buzzed on my ballsack, pause
On the map, the virus attack
I fall back on my precipice, laughing
Another n***a tryna get the rest of the cash, hoping this stash his for dear life
Dear light, have you no advice?
Painting till I die and then you cut off my lights
But at the end of the night, I'll make it right
Put my name on it
These things cornered in my psyche, I don't know better
I'll go get it, have my face in the cold weather
Coast to coast fella, I'm a travelling man
The [?] kept the gavel in hand
Crawled out from other n***as man, click this, soldiers all with mischief
You peeped the [?] it drip drip, karma said "Sniff sniff"
Let's it moving, n***as die for this movement
I can't lie, I was ruined but the music got me through it
I can see now, peace to these Gods and the pound
N***as dyke, why you bopping around?
You get shot now
[Chorus: Fly Anakin]
The store open man, come-come through
Yo, yo
It's that one of a kind, divine feet planted straight to their grind
We still speak but the truth wasn't wine, prey in thin air
I start to care for n***as more than self care
Into despair, living lies separated the stairs
Whoa

[Outro: Fly Anakin]
I'm tired of sweeping this floor, man
It's not it
C'mon, let's sell this sh*t
Man, cut that dancing sh*t out man, c'mon
Playing with the broom
Sweep or-or f**king work
Just got a whole new box of CDs, we got a whole new shipment of joints right now n***a
New CDs, we gotta go get the sh*ts-on the floor, c'mon!
I know n***a, c;mon! I still gotta get this done!
N***as always playing with me