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kiu - demarcus cousins lyrics

[verse 1]
6 bricks go for 15, that’s demarcus cousins
young n-ggas got big dreams, they tryna take it from us
drop the work on a triple beam, now we talkin’ numbers
for the verse i tax n-ggas that’s 30-30 i need all hunnits
in the city that never sleeps
all my n-ggas tryna sell a key
all my n-ggas wanna see me make it
all my n-ggas gonna pray for me
from the gutter never had sh-t
7 mil when the deal come
i got a problem bro gone k!ll some
pourin’ henny for the real ones
white girl bag the weed up, white girl call me slave master
tryna get it like pastor young, young god seen it all happen
brooklyn is what i stand for gotta heat the city i’m a human torch
me and lil hopped off the porch hit the streets and got paid after
ima do it myself man, make sure my fam straight
the double barrow give you two a piece, two a piece like a cellmate
i don’t beef i just do my thang, apply the pressure then my mood change
a lotta n-ggas out here too fake, i’m just tryna start a new wave

[hook 2x]
i’m a king like demarcus cousins, i need rings like demarcus cousins
i ain’t lookin’ for a buzzer beater i just play my lane like demarcus cousins
ship the work for a couple hundred, to kentucky like demarcus cousins
got the family at the round table tryna make it happen we just talkin’ numbers

[verse 2]
i ain’t in it for fame, i came to f-ck up the game
i’m goin’ hard in the paint, i’m goin’ hard in the paint
i make a stack off a play, i put it all in the safe
if you want beef then let’s play, shoot at your whip then i skate
ball on em fadeaway
told my son to put the glock away, show em what that kd can do
i’m on the lower east side gettin’ faded in coupes
i gave the drug money up, my rap check came through
new year new you, but we don’t honor you n-ggas
if it’s beef you n-ggas food and we bring harm to you n-gga
fur coats all winter grabbin’ bags all summer
i throw the ones at the b-tches and treat my shooters like brothers
i do this sh-t for my mother, learned the game from my father
i’m rudy g-y with the 30, i’ll let my boy do the honors
i’m just stackin’ my commas
got no time for these b-tches
if i ever go broke then we getting back to the kitchen

[hook 2x]

- kiu lyrics

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