don q - karma lyrics
[verse 1]
karma is a b-tch and we still f-ck it
i just took a pink pill and i don’t feel nothin’
i hear n-gg-s name droppin’ but they still duckin’, better hit the chill b-tton
nah, for real, youngin’, i send hitters in the field hunt
n-gg-s iffy, it get risky, heard they tryna squeeze on me
play that city with my blicky and about twenty-two gs on me
ds on me like i’m ridin’ ’round with twenty-two keys on me
gotta watch my moves when i’m in the post like i got kennith faried on me
let’s go hit a lick, go right
let’s pour some sip of right
i don’t like my sh-t on ice
tryna snipe that b-tch on site
go get a sponsor, we that ones that made the f-ckin’ city bonkers
n-gg-, meet us at the top and then we’ll see who really climbin’
in the lamb’, i race it like a tonka
candy paint it, w-lly wonka
who grew the weed? i’m tryna have a conversation with a farmer
like, who believe you lil’ dirty n-gg-s make it any farther?
like, true indeed, i do you dirty if you take it any farther, n-gg-
[verse 2]
don’t jump in grown folks business, how the f-ck you get involved?
life was easy with this [?] before they had to [?]
cops tryna find prints, tell ’em n-gg-s kiss a frog
my glock 9 is immature, on god, i feel appalled
f-ck the sugar coatin’, i’m in bk fully loaded
tryna leave this n-gg- twirlin’ if he pop out any moment
yo’ boss got you shootin’ vids in the buildin’ lookin’ homeless
shook opponent, rob him when his alb-m drop, that’s good promotion
i heard a rapper hittin’ wired, he left with his eye black
and his watch sn-tched, go to tmz to blog that
i got carfax, we paradin’ where they march at
go spin the block, go get the watch before you try to respond back
the motherf-ckin’ irony, these n-gg-s tryin’ me, this ain’t a rivalry
when n-gg-s out of line, though, we know it’s reactin’ violently
stay out the way and off the phone, my lawyer keep advisin’ me
come out to play, you all alone, don’t hide from me, lil’ n-gg-
for real
[outro]
for real
i’m the reason that you n-gg-s lit
i deserve a finder’s fee
pay homage without me, you’ll be minor league, for real
(b-tch, don)
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