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Kid Cut

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I don't know why I get cold when I write
Shit gas like I kept the stove on all night
You know
I've been hot since 97
Better I ask flex
Making love if we fucking
I don't have sex
Letting time pass while I'm chilling on the glass deck
Lately when I close my eyes
All I see is Redd like my last ex
Past stress that I used to have
Like I gotta pass gas
Used to let my niggas cheat
Just so they could pass class
My neck a brag
I never check a tag
I should be a airport agent
How all day I just check a bag
After bag after bag after bag
After mf bag
It don't ever get old Tuck everlast
People assume I got money
Niggas never ask
Gone make me forever spazz
And you know I'm never last
Aye
You know Kid come first
You can do your dirt
Cause Kid done worst
Make an atheist say Amen
When I end this verse
Only place for hater is in this hearse
Or a body bag
I done seen bodies and bodies and bodies
Like Franklin I need some army tags
I dare a mime to copy that
This for all my dogs
Who hate a copycat
I hate when a ho tell my business
So I send her where the lobby at
She apologize and I never say sorry back
To her sorry ass
Shorty said she wanna f*ck
I said I'll prolly pass
I'd rather go and get my Bonnie back
On my Clyde shit
Piece on the side
That 40 like my side chick
This fortune tell her do what I say like a psychic
Oh I think they like this
Verse cold like I wrote it with a ice pick
Another day working on the night shift

Miles or Kid Cut
Whoever the f*ck you claim to be f*ck you
I mean you don't even love me now
Or later
You haven't even been texting me
Where the f*ck you been

You can love me now
Just don't love me later
All the signs point to me
Cause they know I'm greater
Middle finger to a hater
Take that to ya grave
To your tomb mf raider
Or we can let it rock
Like a fucking crater
I'm a painter how I paint a picture
With the scripture I could buy some acres
Any takers
Niggas taking shots
I just need the one that's in the chamber
Where's the waiter
Cause if niggas taking shots
Then it better be fucking jager
With a chaser
Or imma get to sending people to meet their maker
Meet they savior
Cause ion f*ck with all these niggas
I feel like Kramer
Niggas faker
Than the ones you get from
Walmart that look like tailors
Whoever want smoke with me
I bet that they gone need inhalers
I bet they gone need a favor
I bet that they gone need me later
One of my favorite traits of mine
Is that I don't f*ck with traitors
They can't help to be fake
I'm knowing it's in their nature
But I can knock hater down with a clip
Shorter than the fucking trailer
Its a movie when I spit
I'm the kid who on his shit
Like a baby in the crib
They want me to change this layer
But you know I'll never quit
I want the smoke I never hid
Unless I'm flying off the grid
In Diana just like a Pacer
Kid cutting just like a razor
On my wrist yea that's a glacier
She a demon I gotta slayer
On her knees but ain't no prayers
Shorty bad like my behavior
Kid bad like 2nd graders
On my grind just like a skater
Love me now don't love me later

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