Kenny Loud Self Produced track "Matter Fact"  in claims that he is if not the best all around he is one of the best or most "versatile"

Matter Fact (Self Produced)

I've been floatin' in The Matrix...
off these 30s, feelin' weightless
And all these blunts that I've been facin'... 
They got my eyes redder than Satan
Man- Man- Man-
All these mollies I've been poppin', fuck it, 
I might go and off 'em myself
I just might shoot 'em myself 
I- I- I-
Let my demons out my closet,
Now y'all thinkin' that I lost it, oh well
But these my new friends and we bout to make mills

Popped a bean, I'm booted up higher than Jesus' Timbs
One wrong word and it ain't nothin', send you to Jesus and friends
I'm in the top floor penthouse with a 10 in my bed
Yeah, in the top floor penthouse, she was givin' me head
She gave me top, I'll admit, guess that's my confession
They call me top, how I cut my "day ones" off for the win
I got some money, flippin' packs, so Keen's never broke again
Swear I'm a real young boy, I don't whip no Honda Civic
I'm a loner and a stoner, feel like Cudi, lil' bitch
I got my pills and my potion, seein' stars in this bitch
Smoke a zip in a day with the flick of a BIC
Smoke a zip in a day, keep my head spu- spu spinnin'
In my spaceship, let's lift off, tuckin' bend, duckin' feds
Yeah, this a everyday thing if you live how I live
So cut them lights, don't make a sound and watch them pass by again
I keep a glizzy on me, tucked and now them pills kickin' in

I've been floatin' in The Matrix
off these 30s, feelin' weightless
And all these blunts that I've been facin'... 
They got my eyes redder than Satan
Man- Man- Man-
All these mollies I've been poppin', fuck it, 
I might go and off 'em myself
I just might shoot 'em myself 
I- I- I-
Let my demons out my closet,
Now y'all thinkin' that I lost it, oh well
But these my new friends and we bout to make mills

Woke up in this bitch with my fuckin' eyes closed, ayy
I can't stand these lames, I just tell 'em "die slow", ayy
Shawty wanna fuck me, cause I'm dipped in white gold
Molly got me movin' fast but I'm still finna drive slow, ayy
I know why they salty, I've been drippin' sauce-
It's wet everywhere I'm walkin'
She say I'm a boss, fresh to death, I'm in a coffin
She think that I'm crazy, I said, "baby girl, I lost it... off it"
Drift got a kick like the whip came from Austin
I'm drinkin' lean like it came from the faucet
I took a bean, that bitch got me moonwalkin'
I'm stackin' up- to the sky, can't stop it, woah
And my bad lil' baby, she on go
Off the 30s, yeah, they got me movin' slow
I might fuck around and just boot up with my bros
Need my money long and my body on froze

I've been floatin' in The Matrix...
off these 30s, feelin' weightless
And all these blunts that I've been facin'...
They got my eyes redder than Satan
Man- Man- Man-
All these mollies I've been poppin', fuck it, 
I might go and off 'em myself
I just might shoot 'em myself 
I- I- I-
Let my demons out my closet,
Now y'all thinkin' that I lost it, oh well
But these my new friends and we bout to make mills

I put my dreams to the side so I could show her a life
I see the one, her my bad, next time I'll have to think twice
I got them pills on deck incase I have a bad night
Or maybe pour up with some Sprite
Fuck 'round drown in high tide
Des Garcon's on my feet, and my Prada shirt white
Louis 'round my waist, right next to my four-five
I call the shots around here, fuck with me, you gon' die
I got some bullets on speed dial, so run for your life
I heard your new shit- wait, nah I didn't...
Last time I saw lil' bro, we relapsed on prescriptions
I know you're listenin', don't gotta admit it...
But I quit poppin' perc-o-ceties, palms still itchin'
I'm gettin' to it, all my dreams lucid
Cause I'm stuck pourin' up this mud
This purple fluid...

the matrix - single

the matrix

“the matrix” (p. thxruno + CV)

MayDay! - Single

MayDay!

“MayDay!” (p. 1mains)

“P2M” (p. MNDLS1600)

I've tried so many times with her
And I've poured too many lines of syrup
My eyes, they dry, but my heart's still hurts
You said for life, but guess those just words, huh

Guess— I'm fucked up in the head
I'm never listening, you know what I'm sick of it
You ripped my heart right out my chest
I think I'm over it, I don't want love again
Can't forget the words you said. "alone is when I'm at my best"

All my exes want Wokk back
Striped her belt and that one's hat
Striped my drank like Adidas
Hoes run laps, my mind off track

But I don't want anyone
Told my bitches that I'm gone
Your love, it got me on the run
These drugs I'm on, they keep me numb

I— hate— all you bitches
Tryna fuck around and spend all my digits
I— need— a real ass feeling
Ever since she left, I swear my heart been freezing

Need a real icy wrist
Money for my brothers drip
And even more for their savings
You ride for me, I'll cop you whips
Can't break, wont fold, swear I don't bend
I sign a deal, split dividends
Make sure that all my boys stay fed
And free them homies out the can

I've tried so many times with her
And I've poured too many lines of syrup
My eyes, they dry, but my heart's still hurts
You said for life, but guess those just words, huh

Huh— yeah, I pour this drank up in my cup
I left you down bad, but I told you what was up
And now you drunk— as if me swervin' ain't enough now
Remember bitches that was swervin', but I'm up now
Okay, might pull up with a dip in that big Benz truck
If he pull up with no plug then he might get snuck, okay
Nigga don't give no fucks, okay
I can't play his shit suck, on God

Okay, I don't know how to give this up...
With a hoe— she don't know, how to get dick up, hell nah
Okay, can't tell him nothing, don't tell 'em nada, okay?
Ha, this shit got fun, yeah

I hate all you bitches that weren't listenin' to me, yup
I hate all you niggas that be tryna copy R-i-o
I don't even say shit like this, but your nigga not P, lil' hoe
And you don't like it— yo, bitch like it— make no difference to me...

I've tried so many times with her
And I've poured too many lines of syrup
My eyes, they dry, but my heart's still hurts
You said for life, but guess those just words, huh

4Lyferz </3 - EP

“4L” (p. MNDLS1600 + OMG)

I've tried so many times with her
And I've poured too many lines of syrup
My eyes, they dry, but my heart's still hurts
You said for life, but guess those just words, huh

Guess— I'm fucked up in the head
I'm never listening, you know what I'm sick of it
You ripped my heart right out my chest
I think I'm over it, I don't want love again
Can't forget the words you said. "alone is when I'm at my best"

All my exes wany Wokk back
Striped her belt and that one's hat
Striped my drank like Adidas
Hoes run laps, my mind off track

But I don't want anyone
Told my bitches that I'm gone
Your love, it got me on the run
These drugs I'm on, they keep me numb

I— hate— all you bitches
Tryna fuck around and spend all my digits
I— need— a real ass feeling
Ever since she left, I swear my heart been freezing

Need a real icy wrist
Money for my brothers drip
And even more for their savings
You ride for me, I'll cop you whips
Can't break, wont fold, swear I don't bend
I sign a deal, split dividends
Make sure that all my boys stay fed
And free them homies out the can

I've tried so many times with her
And I've poured too many lines of syrup
My eyes, they dry, but my heart's still hurts
You said for life, but guess those just words, huh

¥ß4P: ¥rz ß4 Pürp

4L (Solo)

“4L” (Solo) p. MNDLS1600 + OMG

Yeah... 

Yeah, whoaaa 

Wokk... Wokk... 
Yeah

Hey

It's Pick... It's Pick
It's Pick... and Wokk...

This drank too strong, no robitussin
A vamp, up all night sippin' bloody
Said you love me, ain't hear nothin'
I was trippin' off a substance
PA nights, 3AM brake lights
I'm so locked in, well connected
Caught no sleep, my third eye won't blink
Switched my digits, I hear crickets

Ohhh- yuh

I get crickets from ya
Need some distance from ya
That don't mean I didn't love ya
(Love you)

You got baggage, I don't mind it
Lost myself, I'm tryna find it
These bitches conniving, yeah

Woah, let's go
 
Living like this, you should try it
Backwood bitch, I'ma light it
Diamonds on me, they fightin

At the club, yeah
Bad little vibe, she spiteful, yeah
Know I graduated, girl, 
still pullin these damn all nighters wit'chu girl

Fuck around where I stay, uhhh
Fuck around back in your ends too
These bitches want pretend too
I hurt your feelings like I meant to...

But I didn't...
Bitch, I'm way too faded to resent you
i can take you places you ain't been to...

Whoa, ye...
I've been on Za
Lil' baddie vibe wanna ride
See the stars when I'm rollin' on sky
Still found light with the things I don't like

So that's why I'm gettin' faded tonight
She saw my future, that bitch lookin' bright
She saw the price, and never felt the same
Bitch I'm so solid, I could never change

This drank too strong, no robitussin
A vamp, up all night sippin' bloody
Said you love me, ain't hear nothin'
I was trippin' off a substance
PA nights, 3AM brake lights
I'm so locked in, well connected
Caught no sleep, my third eye won't blink
Switched my digits, I hear crickets

Off the X, Pick caught me rollin'
Ksubi jeans, babushka 'round my shoulders
Fingers tensen up when I see ghosts
Got double G's and weed, might need a holster

City turnt to Gotham, can't trust no one
Pretty girls are rotten, pocket pullin
Tryna hold my knots and sip my soda
Insomniac from all the lines I po'd up

Starin' at the stars, I wanna Rolls Royce
Lost my luck with love, I don't need no one
Rollin' woods, that look like 'locks for closure
Smoky rooms be cloudin' up my focus

'Off-White' tee and 'All Saints' when in Oakland
'Awful Lot Of Syrup' on my clothin'
My cup cost ya rent- pourin' pain poet
Raspy talk- no cough, I just been hurtin'

This drank too strong, no robitussin
A vamp, up all night sippin' bloody
Said you love me, ain't hear nothin'
I was trippin' off a substance
PA nights, 3AM brake lights
I'm so locked in, well connected
Caught no sleep, my third eye won't blink
Switched my digits, I hear crickets
(Crickets)

Too strong...
(I hear crickets)

All night...
(I hear crickets)

I hear, I hear, I hear...
(Off a...)

I hear... 
(brake...)

Crickets...
(Well...)

I hear...
(Won't...)

Yeah...


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