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life is lit freestyle - kell$ kennedy lyrics

sp*ceship mob, say the name of the gang ’til it rings bells
i roll a couple l’s and it makes these b*tches wet like some rain fell
and i’m always on my grind, look closer if you can’t tell
making money with my mind, yeah that’s sales with my brain cells
your girl think i’m handsome * she say i got just what she needed
she don’t even mind i’m so blunt and conceded
she just wanna smoke some and touch on my p*n*s…
sp*ce m*o*b, b*tch * still on some g*sh*t
flow rock the boat, make a motherf*cker sea sick
told you i’m a king, better pledge your allegiance
(and he means it) from the east coast to the west coast
man, we smoking the best potent, that’s no stress, i just let go
you can bet that i go, city to city ’til they f*cking with me
all over the map. i do what i love so this sh*t just comes naturally
who would’ve thought it’s as easy as that? you can bet i attack
coming for all of it, bet that i stack it up ’til i got all of it
if it ain’t money talk, i got no tolerance
wait ’til i come up and build me a following
coming for the crown and nothing less
i’m learning lessons from the rest
and myself is what i invest in, your girl swears that i’m the best
yes, she came through with a bong and a blunt
said “babe, let’s f*ck as long as you want”
like d*mn, life’s good and i got what i got
but i just need more and it might be a lot
and it might be good, the way things are
but the way things are ain’t working, closing the curtain
’cause i’m now certain that putting this work in might be worth it
aye! lit like a bic, got your b*tch on a spliff
and she quick to be tripping and dripping when i go get to unzipping
and i ain’t talking about her pants, bro, i’m talking about this bag
of mary i carry that got her so eager to marry…
(sh*t’s hard to f*cking say, sh*t… hold up)
it’s 5am in the 519, i’m kicking rhymes to k!ll the time
i’m packing pops and lacking sleep, i’m lifted so i’m feeling fine
i’m gifted though, i spit divine, stand my doubters in a line
and force them all to hear the rhymes like
“god i wish that sh*t was mine” ha!
god ain’t hear your wish and b*tch, he swears that i’m the sickest kid
i kick it lifted with your chick, she kissing on my d*ck and sh*t…
(alright, switch the beat, are you even following me anymore?
we f*cking do this all day, i f*ck the beat up like, yo, uh)
alright * me, jacky d & a pound of pot. baby, call up your girls
are they down or not? i got the hottest flow so…
the bad b*tches tend to come around a lot
and we just be blowing loud, yeah that’s pops nonstop
my pops he yelling “b, please turn it down a notch”
but i ain’t ever slowing down ’til the sound of cops
calling up another round of thots, come on let’s see what you got
you said you smoking on that fire, girl?
said you got that high grade, tell me you ain’t a liar, girl
know i got that style that you finna come admire, girl
yo*yo, yo, yo, all i wanna do is smoke, sleep and make music
get the whole club wild, subs loud, bumping that new sh*t
crew sh*t, they say that this that true sh*t, i beat the beat up *
yes, i guess i am abusive. well man, as you see *
we got all the green, money and the keys, hit me up *
if you need some trees, we got it for free, roll it up *
up into a blunt, this is all for me. i burn it up because i earn enough
so call it what you please, yo, uh
i’m stacking what they lacking, catch me rapping, packing pops & stacking racks, i’m laughing, pull this zip up out my pack
i’m matching g’s with my gees and it’s easy to see
there ain’t none st**zy as my team, b*tch, sp*ce m*o*b
with my eyes redder than ever, you bet that i’m a predator
i’ve been working forever to be better than competitors
i’ll work ’til i’m a veteran, i’m sick, don’t need no medicine
i’m stomping on this beat like a motherf*cking elephant
i don’t really give a f*ck about those who steady hating
i’m just chilling getting faded off this herbal medication
and i had to drop a track for all my homies who been waiting
told them a couple years ago that i’mma go and make it
now i’m back, yeah, and everybody hate it
don’t tell me that y’all thought i was faking
said i’m next to be the greatest, so you lames, man, you can save it
i’m just chilling with my team, we flying by you on that sp*ceship
i’m done
(back at it, with jack rabbit fast rap attack habits
backslapping rappers rapping wack just to laugh at it
time into the rhymes, my lines doper than crack addicts
drop a hundred bars like they bombs, get a flak jacket)

- kell kennedy lyrics

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