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kdon - global lyrics

[intro]
(whyjay)

[chorus]
my mother yeah she don’t know where her son went
cause’ i was in the trap
early mornin’ i’m flyin’ up, i roll straight to them flats
the bando’s and the nitty’s yards i’ve slept in for this cash
there’s bloodstains on these roadsides, that’s why we got these waps
i f+cked around, fell in love with the dope dealing yeah
my n+ggas down, you don’t want this pole squeezin’ yeah
all i know is that i soon be global, give my n+gga money for a postal
jail snakes around, watch the cobras
mix the coca with the cola

[verse 1]
up early mornin’ handin’ out these testers
lifestyle i live yeah, tryna add up these extras
in the jail house, my brother wirin’ electrics
dsq yeah, with gucci slides i was steppin’
they say they love me but it’s fabricated
i remember goin’ country off all these papers
my smoke got me feelin’ comfy when i’m on the pavement
most of them say they love me yeah but by the opps i’m hated
free all my n+ggas on servery yeah, i know you frustrated
all of my bros in the dope game yeah, we gettin’ these payments
came up out the jungle, all of my n+ggas gorillas
they hopin’ that we fumble, all of my n+ggas winners
[chorus]
my mother yeah she don’t know where her son went
cause’ i was in the trap
early mornin’ i’m flyin’ up, i roll straight to them flats
the bando’s and the nitty’s yards i’ve slept in for this cash
there’s bloodstains on these roadsides, that’s why we got these waps
i f+cked around, fell in love with the dope dealing yeah
my n+ggas down, you don’t want this pole squeezin’ yeah
all i know is that i soon be global, give my n+gga money for a postal
jail snakes around, watch the cobras
mix the coca with the cola

[verse 2]
in my mothers eyes i was born a winner
in the judges eyes i was born a sinner
free the bros, wish i was ballin’ with you
the road are sticky, i had to borrow the spinner
this life is too fast, i’m in the fast lane, no brakes yeah
runnin’ to the cash, i’m only tryna see the queens faces yeah
swear we come up from these council houses
swear i’ve pebbled down a thousand ounces
swear this leans got me feelin’ drowsy
in the trap with the fiends around me
yeah, i’m comin’ straight with the gang, gang, gang
yeah, yeah, my broski will make it bang, bang, bang
yeah, yeah, swear he thought he was the man
i’m in the trap yard with a plan
i scream free my drilla’s til’ they land
t+house with the pots and the pans
fiends round, tryna run up them bands
got me puttin’ down on them grams
tryna get it with a mic in my hand
[chorus]
my mother yeah she don’t know where her son went
cause’ i was in the trap
early mornin’ i’m flyin’ up, i roll straight to them flats
the bando’s and the nitty’s yards i’ve slept in for this cash
there’s bloodstains on these roadsides, that’s why we got these waps
i f+cked around, fell in love with the dope dealing yeah
my n+ggas down, you don’t want this pole squeezin’ yeah
all i know is that i soon be global, give my n+gga money for a postal
jail snakes around, watch the cobras
mix the coca with the cola

- kdon lyrics

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