Lil Kydd - All.

(ah ba ba
Bing bong boogedy boogedy
Biggedy boo

We're what happens
When you don't finish school...)

Niggas been
Listening to
Songs about
Drugs that they
Don’t even do...

Our parents they
Fuck us up
Hate to admit it
We know that it’s true

Ain’t aiming for
No hot 100s
I’ll settle for
Colder than you

Them wannabe spitters
They’d rather be tricksters
Get back in the stu
Fuck you thought? If he
Made himself
Enough connections
He actin a fool?

It’s less than a kata
But more than a three piece
He practicing moves

You a little less eloquеnt than him
Apparently rap ain’t your suit

Stick to practicing layups and slangin
I’m chillin with goblins and ghouls



...
Once you got the shit
You gotta brеak it

You gotta hit the bottom
‘For you make it;

So how about
We see just
Where it take us?
You concerned with
Every twist and turn;
A nigga kept it
Focused on a destination

In my wake I’m
Leavin devastation;

Puttin fear in every living being
We’ve the pain and malice
To supply a nation

There, destruction
It beget creation

Me and the squad
Been a force of nature;
I ain’t even got one
Put the shit on baby

Tryna cuff me up a
Jersey lady
Put it in her stomach
Like a situation;

Doin drugs
Young, black and fatherless
I guess I had to
Cover all the bases
Shit was written in his DNA
Bestow an O upon him
And he finna face it

You ain’t innovatin
You just imitating
In the game
They always copy pasting;

Need mi coffee strong
And mi spliffy dirty
And a shordie blonde
And little-waisted

Shouts to all my niggas
Back at ACEN
Had em dancin
Off the psychedelics
Faded;

‘nother day
‘nother homie dead
‘nother law enforcer
On administrative

Since it’s legal
Imma spend the day lit;

For every nickelsacker
Still in cages

Got my Cheech and Chong
Feeling nonchalant
Couldn’t tell you
Why they really hatin

In my fathers house is many mansions
See how seventeen’ll
Get em renovatin;

...

Go boneless in bowls
Like a buffalo

You fold expenditures
For tenderonis;
In the land of
Unsolicited opinion, shordie
Ain’t nobody putting handles on me
(Issa)
At and a half
He a savage in practice;
In pastel colors
Like a little pony
(I been)
Shattering dabs
And I’m back in the class;
The professor couldn’t even
Smell it on me

Deepest wounds
Is always self inflicted;
Guess it’s still no wonder
I been feeling lonely
While we
Been doin us
You been doin yourself
A disservice;
You ain’t stop us
Here’s to hoping
I made peace
With my skeletons
You been irrelevant;
Bring em up and
Think you really know me

At the moment
Doin more than coping

Fuck a 9 to 5
Fuck a quota
(We) Livin off the
Lies our parents told us
Matter fact they
Granted us the onus
All this bullshit been
Bestowed upon us

Makin the most
Of a broken promise

I beat the beat up
Like it
Stole mi money
...
(Oh, oh shit..
Dear me.)

I beat up the beat
Like it owe me money

I beat up the beat
Just for lookin funny

I came with the drip
Like my nose is runny

Pullin your card
Like it’s poker, Sonny

I distribute despair
By the dirty dozen

You couldn’t
Say I wasn’t running widdit

You couldn’t
Say I wasn’t earning from it

You couldn’t
Say I wasn’t bout the business

Always worried bout another nigga shinin
All I see around me opposition

Niggas been
Listening to
Songs about
Drugs that they
Don’t even do

What’s the reason you
Don’t wanna see me succeed?
It’s because I ain’t you

Where them niggas from this block
And niggas from next block
Ain’t made it all cool

Meanwhile niggas been
Listening to
Songs about
Drugs that they
Don’t even do