LFTFF - Kembe X

Father God, right now I wanna thank you for the ability to rhyme

The ability to move and the ability to think right

The ability to slow down, the ability to speed up

The ability to be in pocket, the ability to swag on these niggas

Swag like they could never do

Swag like never been done before, nigga

Father God, so I

Wake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'

Sip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face

It’s niggas out here starving, fakin' fonk, but swear they ganja stank

We took you for a real one from the jump, my nigga, my mistake

Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I’m pissed off

Tell a ho to hush, I need silence when my bitch call

Niggas in they feelings, I don’t care 'bout it at all

Fuck a close-up, nigga, I’m prepared for my lift-off

Life gave me lemons, so I made lemonade

All organic, y’all sip Minute Maid

I’ve took damage, I win anyway

Orbit my dick, y’all just in the way

She want cock now, I want plenty space

Can’t stop now, I been did the race

Blowin' off fume now, room need ventilate

Spent weekends where Section 8 tenants stay

Spent my first rap check on an interface

One mic, three-fifths, and a zip of haze

Smoke dope with the bros out in Tennessee

Come with fuck shit, bitch, get away

Cup full of spaceship, that’s my getaway

I can’t never draw, you can get erased

Niggas hate, leave 'em all with the shitty face

I pray my name leave bitter taste

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Wake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'

Sip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face

You niggas' spirit starving, give a fuck whether your ganja stank

I took you for a real one from the jump, my nigga, my mistake

Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I’m pissed off

Tell a ho to hush, I need silence when my bitch call

Niggas in they feelings, I don’t care 'bout it at all

Fuck a close-up, nigga, I’m prepared for my lift-off

I put my soul in this, you’d swear I exist in my own dimension

No skateboard, my grind on intense

And I feel way more than I want to mention

Stay lab locked, perfect my invention

While lame lil' hoes do shit for attention

When I brainstorm, the shit come with wins

That’ll turn that beef you want into riblets

What you think?

Ain’t shit but a bitch

And assault all on your face when I visit, huh

Give two fucks about what you’re up to

I leave that shit to my bitches, uh

Speakin' of 'em, they speak in tongues

In my ear, then tug on my zipper, huh

Tryna ride me mid-conversation

Damn, let me finish my sentence

Wake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'

Sip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face

You niggas' spirit starving, give a fuck whether your ganja stank

I took you for a real one from the jump, my nigga, my mistake

Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I’m pissed off

Tell a ho to hush, I need silence when my bitch call

Niggas in they feelings, I don’t care 'bout it at all

Fuck a close-up, nigga, I’m prepared for my lift-off