Killscope - Kembe X, Trent the HOOLiGAN

Niggas be hating on me, man

I’m just like, look

That shit’s not finna lift you up no further (Further)

I don’t understand it, but shit, I don’t fight against it either

You know, keep it moving, keep it moving, locomotion, mmh

Ayy

You turn the beat up?

Uh, uh

Nigga, I’m tryna live my life 'til it end

Take a tab, take a cap, anything just to bend my mind

On a binge, on a bender from winter to winter

I sin, hope God can forgive my kind

Drunk somewhere I never been

At the wheel with my girl, arguing 'bout how I spend my time

Niggas don’t want me to hit my stride

Pray I hit the stage and forget my lines

Woke up, my dick was on cinder (Uh)

Next to some titties from Tinder (Uh)

Smashed and then crashed, I’m a symbol (Yeah)

On Xanny, so I can’t remember (Uh)

She not my type, I delayed her

Back all alone like I’m meant to be

Chill with my cig and my Hennessy

Thinking about when shit was simple

Now fake motherfuckers chase cheese like a rat race

I can’t straight, everybody in my damn face

What the fuck is they thinkin', Kembe?

These dudes give me that face to get laid down

Laid down on the heated pavement

Out DP, I’m a panther, baby

Let’s get rid of them panties, baby

She just waxed, no sandpaper

I’m in there with no swimwear

And I swim fair and my fists gear, I don’t stop

Damn, I’ma shave that mop

I’m on the clit, tick tock

These bitches on my cock

They shit fu', rerock

I whip it in the pot

What you tryna do?

I got a quiet room and that doorknob got a lock

Back at it, crack addict

Bad habit, fuck nigga, vibe city

Blast at it, fuck with me, ride with me

Know I keep it too real, three hundred, batting average

Flossed up my Ritalin, gonna

I can’t be no regular citizen, fuck 'em

I’m busting, I’m taxin', I’m killing they dreams

'Til the government run me my benefits, uh

I’m from the city of wind

Where they fan in the winter 'cause shit is just different

Dipped to somewhere it was sunny

To talk to my buddies, all they name is Benjamin

Primal intentions, do this from my grandmama children just 'cause I resemble

them

Sip on this Jack with my uncles

Thinking about when shit was simpler

I got a lot to ponder, my boy

My sun ain’t always somber, my boy

I teach you how to chop it, my boy

These bitches can’t run me out my joy

I roll down on Crystal, view my cul-de-sac, my happy place

407 as a jit, for Naked Tommy, had a lace

My schedule, she text me I test her, I treat her as lesser

That’s why I will never find love in this world, I will break records though

Diss so bad, turn her to a widow

Look at my bars, I’m like, «Ooh, this shit tickle»

Suck on my pickle

I drip drip then I dip dip like the mosquitoes in winter

Bitch