Kenny Allstar Freestyle

Uh

This grow yard, this grow yard is getting raided

This grow yard, this grow yard is getting raided

Uh

It's getting raided, uh

Yeah we skating, yeah

Yeah we skating, yeah yeah

This grow yard, this grow yard is getting raided

I go hard and go yard my hands are aching

They're screaming they're real but I know they're faking

Know they're faking

She see me in person I look amazing

I'm holding onto the trap

This grip is just so tenacious

So tenacious

I'm saying my prayers

I'm feeling gracious

Still sucking on her areolas

Buj a bit lighter than coca-cola

In my own misery, finding solace

Waiting for shit to be really over, really over

How many times did they do me over

I was never lucky, fuck a four-leaf clover

Remember the days when I run em over

Remember the days when I run em over

Uh, uh, had a couple racks in a shoe box

Getting jigga's taxed for their shoe box

I ain't really into no lulas

Uh, cooler than a cooler

Seen more stones than your jeweller

Yay High he's a 'ooter

How could you duel with a dueler

Uh, I was running round town, for hundred pound day

I was stuck up in a corner

Now I stay by myself, big spliff no corona

Give her big spliff, then I bone her

These roads they be hotter than a sauna

Yeah I know that death is getting closer

Gotta get it on the deen and stand right shoulder to shoulder

Stop shotting boulders

Cause these bitch boys wan(na) stop me

And I don't play games nah, nah

And I tell her don't come my way right now

Cause I'm running to the money every day right now, uh

Can't fuck with this bitch right now

Can't fuck the same bitch right now

Anything and anything goes

Anything and anything goes

So I run up to the plug with hope

Uh, I was stuck up in the kitchen

I was tryna bag a chicken

Uh, yeah the chicken finger lickin'

Big buds that I'm picking

When the lean starts kicking

The sauce starts dripping

All this pain I'm feeling

All these scars they ain't healing

Elizabeth is way more appealing, uh

Blowing these trees to the ceiling

Uh, uh imagine

Kel with no Kenan

Life without breathing

Fuck with no semens

No angels just demons

Uh, death with no grieving

Girls with no weave in

Sprite no codeine and

Uh, wipes that don't clean

You're a wipe that ain't clean

There's only couple people

There's a family no team and uh, fuck all the greed and

Uh, keep me on repeat cause this shit gets real and

When shit gets real

Real people stay real

Fake yutes they can't relate, nah nah

These brothers they just fishy like fillet

I've always been the kid, ask Billy

All black attire and a North Face gilet yeah

Uh, run a man over, don't ask questions, don't be silly

Skr, skr

Run a man over, don't ask questions, don't be silly

Uh, I've always been a man, you can ask Billy

Uh, I've always been a man, you can ask Kenny

Look

Up and down

See I'm running up and down

See I'm running up and down

See I'm running up and down

See I'm running up and down

I'm getting rid of pounds

I'm rolling with the hounds

I lift them off the ground

I do it on my ones

Fucking hell the pack is done

Think I need another one

Music I do it just for fun

These bruddas, bunch of bums

Sitting, thinking how they scooping up the crumbs

Scooping up the pack

Poking jiggas in the back

Talking hella shit, you know I ain't with that

You really know I ain't with that

You really know I ain't with that

Imma talk about my life and

Imma talk about some facts

Jumping on these tracks, moving like a train

Yeah, yeah I'm train wrecking, it's a warning

All these other people boring

All these other people boring

You know I go hard for myself

I'm fresh like my juice

These bruddas, they're sitting on shelves

Uh

Running up and down

See I'm running up and down

See I'm running up and down

See I'm running up and down

See I'm running up and down

I'm getting rid of pounds

I'm rolling with the hounds

I lift them off the ground

I do it on my ones

Fucking hell the pack is done

Think I need another one

Music I do it just for fun

These bruddas, bunch of bums

Sitting, thinking how they scooping up the crumbs

Scooping up the pack

Stabbing jiggas in the back

Talking hella shit, you know I ain't with that

You really know I ain't with that

You really know I ain't with that

Imma talk about my life and

Imma talk about some facts

Jumping on these tracks, moving like a train

Yeah, yeah I'm train wrecking, it's a warning

All these other people boring

All these other people boring

You know I go hard for myself

I'm fresh like my juice

These bruddas, they're sitting on shelves

I ain't cuffing any hoes and

I'm bucking some foes on the side road

Bag something with my eyes closed

Pipe her down with my eyes closed

Uh, pipe her down with my eyes closed

You know I ain't with that

Posted waiting on a big pack

Got the chicken no big mac

Still hoping for a big stack

Aye