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Let It Out
by King Kersh
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Yeah
We back
I did something today
Feel somewhat accomplished
Picked up a knife
Guess I'm an accomplice
You think you done have it right
I'm here to stop it
My bitch from Uruguay
Your bitch from Compton
(Like)
When you look at me man
What do you see
18-year-old boy
Dropped out of college, no degree
Look into his eyes
As they bleed
Damn like you can smell
The fucking defeat
Thanks Drake for that one
Hope by me saying it
Don't make it played out son
Interview for Stop and Shop today
Next is Petco
Almost worked for my mom
That'd be turning the tables
Like Kane going to help out Able
Seem more like a fable
Man I hope it is too
Sometimes it's not only dreams
That happen to come true
I got a find steady work
And not just a clerk
What now I'm cutting meat
First class ticket to living on the street
I'll slice you up like prosciutto
Baby you know that I do
I got you walking side to side
That's why you call me your boo
Girl you know what they say about shoes
I'm an eleven and a half
Take the first number off
That's how King Kersh rule
One and a half
The names King Kersh
So imma kill this verse
Imma put you in a hearse
And make you pay for it too
Open the murse
Imma save you too
Like a mercenary
I'm your savior too
Tho I've hurt so many
They call me bark tree
Because I give them that ruff wood
Na, they call me bark tree
Because I hit it then I leave
Walk out while you playin dead like a opossum
Girl your just my apostle
You follow me around like I'm God tho
Na, lately I've been getting more Judas
All these hoes be lying
No one knows what the truth is
Maybe God wouldn't be so power hungry
If he only had one true bitch
I'm the realist of the real now
Can you feel now
How about the bill now
Yeah
Like I took you out
Not to dinner
Outback
Like my father in his will now
Ha, yeah
That's right it's over
18 years and I'm still fucking sober
Writing better shit than you
Even on your clover
Yeah, because my mind's imaginative
I don't need to fake it
I already have this shit
I'm trying to feed my fans
Some fucking laxatives
Everything you hold inside
Let it out a bit
Yeah
Let it out
King Kersh
Sorry for the wait
Yeah
We back
I did something today
Feel somewhat accomplished
Picked up a knife
Guess I'm an accomplice
You think you done have it right
I'm here to stop it
My bitch from Uruguay
Your bitch from Compton
(Like)
When you look at me man
What do you see
18-year-old boy
Dropped out of college, no degree
Look into his eyes
As they bleed
Damn like you can smell
The fucking defeat
Thanks Drake for that one
Hope by me saying it
Don't make it played out son
Interview for Stop and Shop today
Next is Petco
Almost worked for my mom
That'd be turning the tables
Like Kane going to help out Able
Seem more like a fable
Man I hope it is too
Sometimes it's not only dreams
That happen to come true
I got a find steady work
And not just a clerk
What now I'm cutting meat
First class ticket to living on the street
I'll slice you up like prosciutto
Baby you know that I do
I got you walking side to side
That's why you call me your boo
Girl you know what they say about shoes
I'm an eleven and a half
Take the first number off
That's how King Kersh rule
One and a half
The names King Kersh
So imma kill this verse
Imma put you in a hearse
And make you pay for it too
Open the murse
Imma save you too
Like a mercenary
I'm your savior too
Tho I've hurt so many
They call me bark tree
Because I give them that ruff wood
Na, they call me bark tree
Because I hit it then I leave
Walk out while you playin dead like a opossum
Girl your just my apostle
You follow me around like I'm God tho
Na, lately I've been getting more Judas
All these hoes be lying
No one knows what the truth is
Maybe God wouldn't be so power hungry
If he only had one true bitch
I'm the realist of the real now
Can you feel now
How about the bill now
Yeah
Like I took you out
Not to dinner
Outback
Like my father in his will now
Ha, yeah
That's right it's over
18 years and I'm still fucking sober
Writing better shit than you
Even on your clover
Yeah, because my mind's imaginative
I don't need to fake it
I already have this shit
I'm trying to feed my fans
Some fucking laxatives
Everything you hold inside
Let it out a bit
Yeah
Let it out
King Kersh
Sorry for the wait
