Kid The Wiz X Jhene Aiko- The Worst

Armani White - BILLIE EILISH (DJ SPARROW EDIT)

{ LYRICS } 

They say to keep your friends close
But enemies real closer
I’ll make it out , like bread outta the toaster 
Half a bottle down get ready baby to dose up
Eyes on the prize, they only can get a close up

Im laidback , kickback in my ‘do
Backtrack all the tracks reroute to back home
Im the heavyweight champ, get back on the rack ho
Ass kissing to the top now that’s the crack ho

Which one of yall thought bout running ? (Not me)
Which one of yall taking my money ? (Not me)
I always bought it to the table, but now the deals off
Now you watch me level up cose that’s my real loft

Welcome to my circus, all of you bitches clowns 
Can’t even hold a prop , you thought you running the town
Now you jacked in the head, you thought of settling down? 
Fuck going up hill lets skip to breaking your crown 
(Here we go now)

Im in my 60s whip , 
I’m rah diggin in the guts of my Gypsy chick
Imma do the drive by , Imma front then flip 
You and all your taste buds come and taste the clip 

Everybody on the floor when tell ya all
So if ya don't do nothin but talk the talk 
Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side)
Front to back come on everybody
We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
Now

I’ll beat that bitch with the bat (say what)
I’ll beat that bitch with the bat (say what)
Now we going up a base like New York Yankees 
Got blessed with the best like where my hankee 

Tried to figure out my spot , turn on blues clues 
Had me all up in their throat like their flus due
Im just one of them angels next to Lucy Liu 
Go and take several seats like you boosie boo

I just made it out the dark cose I’m the human torch , set fire to the booth no one will take the spot
I’m just ticking off these bitches like I’m against the clock, hitman with the role and the list goes on

I have my exs on my back while I’m around the map , had them looking for me like I’m the treasure chest 
Ion fuck with you bitches , get me a cervical cap 
Im the swiper with the twist cose you ain’t never getting back
(Uh)

DIGGA RAH

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Verse 1  
Night’s dripping in alley-pitch, street light flickers like glitching code  
Silhouettes stretch long across the cobblestone — I grip the load  
Eight-step spiral stance in gravel, palms in orbit mode  
Earth dragon stalking in silence, breathing in haunted odes  
I don’t ask “who’s there,” I cast fists like cracked brick  
Bagua step shift, twist hips in a cosmic axis  
Broad palms bending the wind, every tick in my heartbeat  
Is a trigger in instinct, every shuffle of feet? A target  
Concrete elevated — I feel tectonics shiver  
Ghost in the gutter whisper — I answer with splintered liver  
흙으로 숨쉬고, 무릎을 굳게 쥐어 —  
(“I breathe in soil and clench the knees stern like a soldier”)  
A shadow moves left? I’m swinging a prayer-lined boulder  
Eyes peeled, heart steel — nerves burn like ancient incense  
Punching phantoms in doorways, I got trauma in each sentence  

Chorus 
I don’t freeze, I don’t question  
락을 걸지 않아 — no confession  
Bagua palm rotating in timeless patterns  
Swinging at shadows like I’m killing what matters  
I don’t plead, I don’t ask  
Earth on my breath when I break that mask  
A noise in the dark and I move with passion  
Swinging at shadows ’til the silence cracks in  

Verse 2 
Fear taught me early—don’t measure the threat, just answer  
Lurkers lurking in street corners get left like fractured plaster  
Every rustle of trash is a trap, no room for naive banter  
So I shape my bars in mountain form, mud-blooded rap enhancer  
I roll with the weight of centuries, spin feet on the axis of grief  
Palm slides across the void — crack whatever hides underneath  
I hear gravel crunch—body rolls on pure reflex  
Bagua footwork, weaving circles ’round your apex  
“Is it real or illusion?” — I ain’t got time for that  
Every creak in the fence gets met with a spine attack  
I’m the rose in the tomb, bloom in a dead street’s gloom  
Sweep the gloom with a crescent boom, let the silence consume  
내 뼈 속 흙의 목소리 — they tell me “swing till it dies”  
(“Voices of earth in my bones keep whispering fight”)  
And I oblige — crystalline rage in a lotus disguise  
Hope in my chest, but a fist in my eyes  

Chorus  
I don’t freeze, I don’t question  
락을 걸지 않아 — no confession  
Bagua palm rotating in timeless patterns  
Swinging at shadows like I’m killing what matters  
I don’t plead, I don’t ask  
Earth on my breath when I break that mask  
A noise in the dark and I move with passion  
Swinging at shadows ’til the silence cracks in  

Verse 3
It’s more than paranoia, it’s holy motion in dirt and rain  
Every crack in the pavement remembers the name of pain  
When the gutter exhaled, I inhaled defense like fate  
Meridian lines ignite — I activate dragon gate  
I step like a circle split in eight subtle pieces  
Each strike blossoms from ground, hid ill peace is:
You hear whispers, I hear warning—  
Night paints omen scripts on concrete in the shape of mourning  
I learned to fight before I learned to sing  
Now I sing in strikes and swing in rings  
Every flicker of light is a reason to strike  
Let the earth in my lungs turn impulse to bite  
If it’s nothing — fine. At least I lived.  
If it’s something — I bury it quick.  
Either way I keep stepping, sweat dripping in prayer tones  
Wish moving like a myth in the barricade of fear zones.  

Final Chorus/Outro 
I don’t freeze, I don’t question  
락을 걸지 않아 — no confession  
Bagua palm rotating in timeless patterns  
Swinging at shadows like I’m killing what matters  
I don’t beg, I don’t bow  
Earth in my veins when the lights go out  
You call it panic — I call it passion  
Swinging at shadows ’til the whole night shatters  


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