Aaryn's Interlude - Kirko Bangz

Yeah

These type of raps I gotta spit for myself

Just to let myself know that I ain’t here for the wealth

I got it

I don’t know which type direction to go

Talk about the hoes or talk about the election I don’t know

I doubt it

I’m stuck between all this political shit

And sayin fuck the world and being on some ignorant shit

Shit, truth be told I be on some lyrical shit

If I was livin right then I’d be on some spiritual shit

But shit a nigga like me got a whole family to look after

I ain’t got a son but got a little man to look after

And what I look like tellin him that he can’t get the new Js

Cause I’m tryna be nice, Eminem the new Jay

That’s some shit I gotta live with some shit I die on

Some shit I cover up whenever I go get my fly on

That’s some shit that he won’t understand until he my age

And when he my age, I hope he livin like he my age

At the present nigga my presence a present nigga get your gift

Got a 9 above my hip my mamma always trip

She took my car to the gas station and saw a gun

She sat my down and said «I ain’t tryna lose my oldest son»

Wish I could tell her how they plottin on me

Wish I could tell her how my niggas puttin they problems on me

But she look at me like a soldier and I gotta stand tall

I’m the brick that hold her up when her back on the wall

Livin' like I’m 'posed to 26 with nobody to answer to

Negative vibes kill your dreams like that cancer do

The poorest kids turn to kings nigga I’m the proof

These problems raining on my family nigga I’m the roof

My sister gettin' older, goin through them growin pains

My brother ain’t speakin to me now, I ignore it mane

He got some wounds I couldn’t help him patch up

He fell a lil behind in life I’m tryna help him catch up

Through talks and motivation nigga look what I do

I got a?

that fell off and I still stay true

The whole hood count me out, the whole city and shit

Now they talkin like «Kirk he on some serious shit»

Man rap ain’t treat me that good I kinda left it alone

Came back, Back Flossin, now the whole hood strong

East side till I die, SME LMG

Everytime you ain’t play my song you was feedin the beast

So I went fixed all my wrongs with my Sound M.O.B.

niggas

I will never lose my throne to no Soundcloud niggas

Niggas got me tangled and twisted tryna play the young don

I got them Michael Jordan stats but I’m proud of my son

Happy that you went to college, happy you got recruited

But next semester you’ll be workin as a three man mover

These niggas out here fuckin with me man I’m takin off heads

I told my barber how they tryna take off with my edge

I’m a murderer with the pen like I been in the pen

By age 30 that’s the end, God forgive all my sins