Helping Hand (feat. Cocaine Mali)

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Kaydee

Kaydee were a four-piece pop rock band from Kilkenny, Ireland which existed between 1994 and 1998. One member in particular, Tara Blaise, has gone on to have a successful solo career. more »

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This all that I'm on fire
These hoes dead, now they some fans
Bro on the track, we got bands on bands
Don't pull up if you on the ground

Runnin' this shit, I'm the king of the land
She wanna f*ck for a nightstand
I love all my niggas, I do what I can
Run up them racks and then do it again

You don't need no help, I need a helping hand
Bitch, you be doin' the most
Celebrate with my nigga, yeah, let's have a toast
It's crazy how I don't get love from my foes

When you get power, these niggas turn ghosts
I was hungry, so I got the bread and the loaf
Cold, so I had to go get a coat
Nigga left me, it was stormin

I was trappin', I had to wake up in the mornin
If I call bro, then I know he gon' execute you
With that bitch, so I don't wanna miss
I knew one day that I was gon' ball like a testicle

Smokin' on shit, it look just like some vegetables
Niggas, they talk, I don't care what they say
I'm bout' my money, yeah, I'm bout' my bread
All of this pain got me takin' these meds

And they free my dad, that nigga went fed
Can't hate on no nigga, I am who I am
If I call them shooters, they pull up and blam
My bitch said she gon' leave when she get a chance

I ain't no beaver, I don't give a damn
Smokin' on Mary, I walk with a lamb
Got a bitch look like Gina, a bitch look like Pam
I pray that they free my cousin out of jail

It don't matter, cause ten toes, I know he gon' stand
These hoes deep down, they some fans
Bro on the track, we got bands on bands
Don't pull up if you on the ground

Runnin' this shit, I'm the king of the land
She wanna f*ck for a nice thang
I love all my niggas, I do what I can
Run up them racks and then do it again

You don't need no help, I need a helping hand
These bitches be doin' the most
Celebrate with my nigga, yeah, let's have a toast
It's crazy how I don't get love from my foes

When you get power, these niggas turn ghosts
I was hungry, so I got the bread and the loaf
Cold, so I had to go get it cold
Nigga left me, it was stormin

I was trappin', I had to wake up in the morning
I was trappin', I had to wake up in the morning
Uh, uh, uh, one in the head
Kept it locked, caught

Trappin' went straight to the block
Too many plays, you couldn't pay me to stop
Young niggas pull up and hop out the store
Empty the clip and reload it

Seen that shit too many times
Nigga gon' never catch me with no eyes
No way, nigga, Cartier thang, Cartier frames
I f*ck around, cop a Cartier chain

Niggas keep flexin' with a band
Dummy, these Amiri's pay that for the team
My nigga still sellin' swag, got gas too
Is you still gettin' cash

Still gettin' bags? Cash too
Yeah, you thought she was loyal and thought she was faithful
But this what that cash do
We stampin' shit like a tattoo

I make them youngins get actual
I know some real lil' crips with some slats too
Fuckin' KD, spendin' Benz
Missed the first time, we gon' spend it

I need somewhere chillin
Out in Miami, countin' up back ends
Bit back ends on good, bit by Woods on straight
Them niggas hate, look at they face

I know they gon' hate, boy, you a bum
KD put your bitch in her place
Niggas touch me, they gon' die
KD ain't lyin', uh, uh, uh

He got a Glock, 12 o'clock, put it straight in the sky
Uh, uh, uh

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