- KO I Was (Intro) 歌詞
- KO
- Brigades
Kayman Kayman Kayman
I was fifteens, had both of my drum, got caught by mum
I was sixteen, gang got a first gun
Just put it down, see jakes, got spun
Seventeen, used to trap ten toes til my feet go numb
Want a clean run
Same age with my first crop, got bud
In the end, put the trap and just robbed
Eighteen , applied pressure on opps
Them man snitched, werent makin it stop
It couldve been a Seattle Ford
They know who it was, been poppin them doors
Got nicked, Im in court for a juks
Now its pro being a tag on my foot
Bro said drop tracks cah youre good
Rapper on rise, still put on my hood
I spent ninteen, **** the feds
Birthday, they put in the cage for a benz
I dropped Mad About Bars, said Im next
Still mad about bars for my friends
Them times it was Stally, Reeko, Skeng
Grab ballys and we got step
Gettin told to do rapping and give it a rest
Few months later, bagged for a M
Stress, then we lost Shegz, got me more depressed
Rest up Sheggy, cheffed up plenty
Labelled a legend, it dont make sense
Slide with guns thats lengthy
Just turned twenty, thinkin to put rappin to bed
No hesitating to rise up skengs in the ends
Seperating the mice and men
Then Unknown T dropped Homerton B
Peak now, people are bothering me
Like, K, dont quit, keep dropping the heat
Take your foot off the brake
Free Wavy , G and Reeko again
Jakes got em with blades and some weight
I hit the booth and I dropped em a tape
Four weeks on, keepin it movin when I was in Luton
Five teeth strong, we removin, we dont care who grew them
Police come guns up
They werent shootin, back window I was usin
Four high fences, jump, man flew them
Run til my legs start losin
And now Im in jail feelin nuttin but useless
At the kiosk lookin nuttin but clueless
No mackerel for me, just tunas
Canteen comes, couple dilute juices
Smokes gave a mash to the chargers
Calm, we dont blow no fuses
Dumped in a IG Live into a YouTube vid
Touch road like Im serious with music
Went baitface, dropped Still, gave me a blue tick
Keep punchline and soon into tunes that they buyin like Munich
Bro still flyin them units
Im still pullin them strings, acoustics
Turn twenty one, jakes got me on a case
Got me stuck up in a cube, no Rubiks
Table tennis bat or a cue stick
I aint hearin that , still gotta stay elusive
Stay with that side that youre choosin
Get shave when we ride, no excusin
Thinkin youre sly, youre deluded
I dont know who confused him
Was it Holly or the 9 who abused him?
Couldve been a bit of both, thats a fusion
Kayman Kayman Kayman Kayman Kayman Kayman Kayman
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