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kevin indie – get a grip freestyle lyrics

[intro]

so much noise in this b+tch man

yeah

[verse]

see i got a flow that you used to
f+ck it we breakin’ it off
i been stuck in a place, in a box near a rock
i been duckin’ while chasing the grain of the crop
i’m looking for enemies, finding resolve
+sucks t++th+
uh, sauced..
it’s me n’ a few, but they sh+t on the niche cause of language
they calling the boy uncle tom
nephew, niche? forget it
counting these racks and the blessings
counterfeit cash in my beddings
they pull your phone out your hand in a chevy
i treat a chеrry like it was confetti
got my delivеry cold as a yeti
i don’t wear chains cause your jewellers are broke
no lunk+mbwa na kwata, i want it as heavy as the crown
never dumbed it down
pocket like a date, ’cause you n+ggas out
drunk on sat+rday, sunday praising god
buy another beer, monday savings gone
women disappear, disrespect and doubt
men will disappear, d+ck infect her dull, stupid little face
assumin’ i was aids
i would ride around.. couple new mercedes benzes
calm, collected
too suggestive, wear a shirt that says my name with seven, hmmm on the back
we never went to the laundromat
some of the sh+t you would call dramatic was tuesday to me when i’d call my dad
seventh grade i was burning beans
grade twelve i was burning beans in cl+toris hoods like the block was beefin’
it’s probably why i never bought the feature…
my d+ck’s in verses, i be talking evil
k!lla told me get a radio edit, but i did it once, it sound like blowing people
sounding like a n+gga giving head, out on soundcloud so the sh+t was free
thank you n+gga, but i’m gon’ be me, till the noose crack that little bone we need
bone up a t++t, that’s a b00b job right?
half a ‘me’ is like.. two of y’all right?
tapestry, is that tape worms? or the art of taping women who ain’t know it right?
hmm, i know real demons
stiff they say would make you squeal
who i dissed was the real reason they don’t like me here, b+tch i k!ll people
i’m real evil, i’m pope i
i’m davinci’s painting of the holy son
i’m the f+ckin’ truth about the mark of cain
six+six+seven just to clear my name
i would bet my life for this rap sh+t if i had to play it, kwati aviator
one+point+nine x then it’s nine stroke one+one for today
[hook]

n+ggas asking for a hand+out
they just told me i could park a chev’
they just told me let the audi in
i’m saying
n+ggas acting like they branched out
twenty twenty+six a hunnid grand
i’ll apologise in another ben

- kevin indie lyrics

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