andré desaint & hell'z own - kith & kin lyrics
[intro: andré desaint]
picking up right where we left off (same sh+t)
ain’t sh+t change (same sh+t, why would it change?)
ain’t sh+t changed, n+gga
i know the sh+t was crazy
last time you heard me too let’s go
[verse 1: andré desaint]
kith and kin
you looking for them boys?
baby, this is them
i don’t want to hear no opinions
if you ain’t pitching in
you and i are not the same
we celebrate different wins
cashing out back to back
i just hit a l!ck again
shorty hit me saying she’s tired
of being distant friends
she’s been playing for the other team
but she might switch again
she keeps asking me if i love her
i tell her it dеpends
never showing intеrest
unless we’ve been talking dividends
skipping trends
i know where to take them if they’re listening
all the way to h+ll and back
i’ll never take that trip again
i be talking crazy
could give a f+ck who this offends
leave the scene clean
i’m brushing until the bristle thins
this is him
the n+gga she can’t take her eyes off of
hit you with five offers
habitual fly talker
i see them falling off
but that’s what all them lies cost you
jedi sb’s b+tch i’m a sky walker
[hook: andré desaint]
kith and kin
you looking for them boys?
baby, this is them
i don’t want to hear no opinions
if you ain’t pitching in
you and i are not the same
we celebrate different wins
cashing out back to back
boy, i just hit a +
[verse 2: h+ll’z own]
kith and kin
meeting ends with family friends
turned to m’s
i lace up when i re+up
then i send out every f+cking stem
cartier buffs woods 20/20 different lens
bucket low puff woods
hundred dollar blunt extends
i’m tired of waiting
if this was 90’s, i’d f+ck sanaa lathan
love & basketball in the paint
omar epps too patient
eating ackee salt+fish and dumplings
but i ain’t jamaican
i’m off the ave and crossing some junkies
they ain’t got no faces
out the darkness
we been heartless expressionists not an artist
count the bodies starting to look like
jeffery dahmer’s apartment
i spent a grip on these garments
ashing in a hermès’ ash tray
n+ggas getting slow time
cause they ran up on the fast way
i might just bag yo b+tch
and sell her p+ssy on backpage
i pray that god is not gonna judge me
off of my past ways
the sh+t i rap
gonna have my momma say “this the last days”
i got down for a minute
now i’m back up and mad paid
[outro: andré desaint]
kith and kin
you looking for them boys? baby this is +
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