Unagi - Duckwrth, The Kickdrums

I say peace to my niggas doing diligence, naughty dread, knocking,

sipping jack or smoking cigarettes

Blocking out the stress

Tryin' get a million back from the place I threw my nickels at

Keep the five on my hip so

Please don’t call me nigga back

What the fuck I’m frontin' black I ain’t never popped the gap but if I ever did

I probably aim it a the government

Terrorist confessions terrorizing to your publisher, tapping on my lines read

my scriptions and my confidences

Jab less, the man that ever tried to cross me, ofty

Xs on their faces like the cosbys

Kneel to the king, knee deep with

Jabby beast, hundred chicken

Terriaky sashimi raw dat’s often the allly

The flow too ill, sushi, inagi

They’re really tryin' to box me, rocky, stop me

The flow too ill, sushi, inagi

Good lord, good damn, I hold life in my hand, I hold death in the other hand,

five fingers clenched like a rubberband (run that shit back)

Good lord, good damn, never see me comin' from the triggerman (the triggerman)

We can make it rain in the stripperland

Please shake it fast for a contraband (drop dat)

It feels like live ain’t nothing but (what?) gangstas and stripper (who?)

Gangstas and stripper (who?)

Gangstas and stripper (okay)

Either you showing off skin (or?) or you steady pulling triggers

Steady pulling triggers (okay)

Steady pulling triggers (bring that shit back)

Live ain’t nothing but (what?) gangstas and stripper (who?)

Gangstas and stripper (who?)

Gangstas and stripper (okay)

Either you showing off skin (or?) or you steady pulling triggers

Steady pulling triggers (okay)

Steady pulling triggers

So you would make a song and call it unagi?

(fiiiiine let me try this, one take,

one take)

See I was raise in south central and

Plus I’m a rapper so I’m subject to talk about guns that clap

You sellin' dope one the block for the paper to stack and I hit the tv bombing

making rain on dat ass, but

I’m kinda like the opposite, yes I like the stripper but

Only when recording officers brutalizing kids

Aiming guns at the commoners

Paying off the judges till I put them on the tube

Now the cops are kinda popular

Yes I like the stripers shawty get it how you live

Yes I like to make money, money don’t make me

It’s funny when they say money don’t grow on trees

Caus' everytime you print money that’s another lost tree

I’m mentaly healthy

Sometimes I rhyme hard sometimes I run quick

I ain’t never popped the Glock, 4, 5 or a magnum

I ain’t never chopped the bacon and threw it in the plastic

But everybody trap lords

And they ain’t never trap shit

Good lord, good damn, I hold life in my hand, I hold death in the other hand,

five fingers clenched like a rubberband (run that shit back)

Good lord, good damn, never see me comin' from the triggerman (the triggerman)

We can make it rain in the stripperland

Please shake it fast for a contraband (drop dat)

It feels like live ain’t nothing but (what?) gangstas and stripper (who?)

Gangstas and stripper (who?)

Gangstas and stripper (okay)

Either you showing off skin (or?) or you steady pulling triggers

Steady pulling triggers (okay)

Steady pulling triggers (bring that shit back)

Live ain’t nothing but (what?) gangstas and stripper (who?)

Gangstas and stripper (who?)

Gangstas and stripper (okay)

Either you showing off skin (or?) or you steady pulling triggers

Steady pulling triggers (okay)

Steady pulling triggers

Ah yeah that’s dat gansta shit nigga

Tototototo

That’s how kendrick does it right?