CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Give
Give, give
What would I give?
Give, give
What would I give?
I got battle scars like Simba
You got dark agendas
But it's not my bidness, carry on
My chérie love the pot
My sh*t like cherry bombs
My clique don't carry bombs
To flip at every function
Big scary monsters, flinch
When Kenny come with clips
Like Terrence Thornton
House 9 and it is very haunted
Big angel sh*t
Repent and get anointed b*t*h
All my boys done been raised by bullies
And grazed by bullets
And the neighborhood was [censored]
Gave out goodies
Got paid in full, ate a full, played out ovens
While everybody who stayed in school ain't got money
They gon' call me the GOAT once I end my time
Once they show me the ropes, I just 6-1-9
'Cause I can only cope if I spit my lines
I know somebody would call, shawty hit my line
Myself, I keep my nose clean, I don't even smoke weed
My addiction is in between your knees
In addition of gettin' the most cream, from gettin' the most streams
And swimmin' in your streams
Come get that pu**y hit up in zone three
Hit it at pro speed
The sh*t if you don't sleep
A fit if you want sleep
It's finna get grown, squeezin' it, fittin' it slowly
You finish before me
Ken' in the pot movin', similar most true but
This sh*t'll go down more sinister roads if or when I'm provoked
p*ssed or sit in a hole
It's on, them boys livin' on limited hope
Big Kenny from Heaven, I'm b*t*h n***a repellin'
A pit rippin' the flesh, I'm in sh*t
Skin him in seconds that's it
Let 'em air out this sh*t
Give 'em a second, I been in the trenches with n***as with weapons
You givin' impressions, your gimmick depressing
Was feelin' aggressive and didn't suppress it
My mental affected from years of oppression
And livin' in desolate images, n***as was hesitant
Visitin' death was as distant as relatives livin' right next to us
Let me shut the f**k up
What would I give?
Give, give
What would I give?
I got battle scars like Simba
You got dark agendas
But it's not my bidness, carry on
My chérie love the pot
My sh*t like cherry bombs
My clique don't carry bombs
To flip at every function
Big scary monsters, flinch
When Kenny come with clips
Like Terrence Thornton
House 9 and it is very haunted
Big angel sh*t
Repent and get anointed b*t*h
All my boys done been raised by bullies
And grazed by bullets
And the neighborhood was [censored]
Gave out goodies
Got paid in full, ate a full, played out ovens
While everybody who stayed in school ain't got money
They gon' call me the GOAT once I end my time
Once they show me the ropes, I just 6-1-9
'Cause I can only cope if I spit my lines
I know somebody would call, shawty hit my line
Myself, I keep my nose clean, I don't even smoke weed
My addiction is in between your knees
In addition of gettin' the most cream, from gettin' the most streams
And swimmin' in your streams
Come get that pu**y hit up in zone three
Hit it at pro speed
The sh*t if you don't sleep
A fit if you want sleep
It's finna get grown, squeezin' it, fittin' it slowly
You finish before me
Ken' in the pot movin', similar most true but
This sh*t'll go down more sinister roads if or when I'm provoked
p*ssed or sit in a hole
It's on, them boys livin' on limited hope
Big Kenny from Heaven, I'm b*t*h n***a repellin'
A pit rippin' the flesh, I'm in sh*t
Skin him in seconds that's it
Let 'em air out this sh*t
Give 'em a second, I been in the trenches with n***as with weapons
You givin' impressions, your gimmick depressing
Was feelin' aggressive and didn't suppress it
My mental affected from years of oppression
And livin' in desolate images, n***as was hesitant
Visitin' death was as distant as relatives livin' right next to us
Let me shut the f**k up
