so if it was me & you on this earth
would i be able to show you my worth

cause i see you more then that
you is just so much more then that

took you out to show you out
you just like to run to mouth

they know i talk that big game
i just do not run my mouth

*breathes*
in n out

you got that feeling , got that feeling
that’s it’s working out
you don’t want a nigga to leave
you wanna talk it out
i mean it’s you & me 
we can do whatever now

shit we can probably just 
smoke a pound about right now
————————————————

No one shall cross my path
and when you do little bitch 
it’s like you crossed my mac

I ain’t talking bout beauty 
but your shit get macced

And I don’t need a mention
cause i make my path 

Got the Crowd 
yelling my name

Hoes getting frosty
i guess it’s time to flake 

Yes i always get the icing 
with the cake
self-sufficient got a lot on my plate

Ken & Ken (I Will)

FIRST VERSE

(UH) What could i say these bitches want them some street Cred
Pigeon bitches hate let them hate for they 
street bread
Quick to knock a bitch off
bitches looking so soft
bitches don’t want no smoke
cause i’m quick to know the Blink off (Blinker)
                    Fast Flow
bitch it’s my house like Flo rida
that bitch hands like a Typewriter
ride the dick just like a Jack Ryder (pornstar)
these bitches mad cause i’m flyer 
A hater bitch? i been retired
we don’t wanna here your raps (snoring, tired)
go eat your cheese burger since that shit was fire
done smoking you so i guess you fire
                      Switches Flow
what i do is pop bitches like Perkys
at thee end of the day i’m that girl 
these bitches can’t hurt me 
swerving in the new shit, you swerving in that 
Honda Honda
swerving in that foreign licking donuts Grande.
                      Switch 
where the chinks at? whip your Titties out
let me suck them
if that nigga broke ima have to sam puck him
butter sock to the face 22 caliber
i got all the bullet but yours not up in my caliber
i hope you got your Street CRED
left all Redd
all these bodies that i got and i shot,
you sure you ain’t dead?
somebody call the paramed the pedo is dead
stomping on her tomb yea i’m stepping to wake up the dead.

                       Second Verse
Any bitch you fuck with yea they want it?
they get it 
and that don’t mean start feeling hit cause you bitches my children
cause i know fat ass was quick to hop on the bandwag
all them Simple raps you should just start you a band fag
bitch you ain’t hard but your belly giving brick 
how about we do something like you know go on diet
i hope you got your street cred i hope you got your street cred
cause when i’m down with you, you bout to have some Lamb chop legs
                          Switchs
bitch i ball like a testicle
i look at your clique who next to go?
R Y A N so flexible
hoes my babies in the flesh you know 
these bitches need a elixir
her shit so dry i ain’t feeling her 
it’s i’m new to this and i’m washing her 
Iike a plantain I’m squashing her

StreetCred

Lyrics:

dead bitches in the back, 
got em packed in
eat whoever in my way 
like im pacman

bitch im first & 
you other bitches last &..
get out my way 
mother fucker it’s the casting

oh bitches acting?
like they dont know me
bitch its a presentation,
let me show me

look how they clone me
they was just on me
bitch you look stupid 
standing for your homie

rollie, bitch look at this rollie
bitch you look like rollie
bitch yo body rollie, pollie

slowly, killing bitches slowly
everybody owe me
eveybody know this, know me

fuck ten toes
business what i stand on
any bitch ass nigga
ill put my hands on

look at these big stones
im getting little gems
bitch it’s SHOWTIME
shout out to my baby slim


Ayo!?
Corey X, why they tryna 
be on Ken shit?
just like the VMas 
Sons in attendance

you a pop tart 
heated on the bench bitch
how you so fem and lace 
your only Inches?

Halloween i’m scared bitch 
your mug was the mask
you look old enough 
to be my fucking dad

i can’t argue with you bitches
when i know y’all life is sad
when you moving out the hood 
to the hood and can’t find your dad

Ima big flex
where the money at?
where the big Checks
Big Jets Stunnin on that ass 
Fuck a Big Lex

Bitches nigga pulled up 
in a PT cruiser
Talkin bout some money 
when you fuckin with a loser

peeped your shade for a minute now.
goal is a 100k to a mil to a Bill
know they tea guess 
i’m Millie now (Mob Radio)

Maybe if you had a hit 
i would flinch for my fuckin Crown.

…

Your Pockets Lipo.. that mean 
it’s time to step your fucking weight up

Stop tryna Jack my Crown, 
without a Castle Time to Wake up.

keep on Dreaming by the Daylight 
the hatch won’t help you to wake up 

My Kens gone Leave you Caked up,
He Brought the mac it ain’t makeup

Time to Catch up
i threw it she gone CatchUp

She sending shots without a caliber
bitch you just Extra.

Thinking that you ken to me
when really you a Extra

Weezy, Ryan, Ken
these bitches is fucking extras.


back in this bitch 
i been making this money
hearing they disses 
is really just funny

every beat i just be 
bouncing like bunny
these bitches be shady 
cause they is my sonny

they not getting money
they really just funny
he nutting to me cause 
im tasting like honey 

im playing these bitches
just like it was Sony
now im at the top 
& these bitches just owe me 

he know that im freaky
get it down & geeky
i been blacking on these beats 
just had me my dashiki
now they wanna meet me
but i don’t do greetings
niggas is my sons 
but i just hate to do the beating

Weezy

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