K&A
Yeah, yeah
You know
She called me on my phone, asked me what what I'm sippin’ on
Look
[Verse 1: Aminé]
Louis in my cup (Cup), Louis on my clothes (Clothes)
Lou smokin' gabagoo, we pass that pick and roll (True)
My white tee be so crisp, look like the fresh tips on her toes (Woo)
All my money straight, so Aminé never fold (No)
I'm back on, back on, back on shit
They thought was hard, I passed on, bitch
I’m Dre, I get my Mac on, if that ass is fat, I last long
Found solace in promises kept by bitches who swallowin'
All my kids, they keep gobblin', "Write for who?" They keep hollerin'
A&R's with the silencers, shot for us, but we silence 'em
Niggas hate, but thеy want be us, jealousy be so fond of us
Prеsidential on my wrist, now I'm the head of state
Everybody want the fame, but don't know what it take (Woo)
[Chorus: Aminé]
Can’t be your true self while seekin’ validation
Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation
I said, can’t be your true self while seekin' validation (Why, why)
Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation
So it's K to the, A to the, A to the, K to the
Doin’ what we want 'cause we want, nigga
I said, it's K to the, A to the, A to the, K to the
Doin' what we want 'cause we want, nigga
[Verse 2: Aminé]
Leases on your chain, leases on your chain (True)
Your ego got a ego, now your ego got a chain
Mi amigo pobrecito, be yourself and stay the same (True)
It's hard to keep your friends when you just friendly for the fame (Hey)
More cap in this rap shit than your graduation (Yes, sir, ha)
Hatin' niggas be the ones out here congratulatin' (Yes, sir, woo)
I don't know who you are (No), beefs ain't nothin' to moi (No)
Niggas be delusional, thinkin' we close, but we far (Bitch, ha)
You out of place, get my weed out of state
Pretty bitches give me face, on her knees like rollin' trays
Got a main and a bay, don't care what these niggas say
Ballin', **** a resumé, pull her hair, **** the lace (That's very true)
I got plaques to give my kids
But until I'm six feet deep, I will continue to run this shit (Bitch)
[Chorus: Aminé]
Can't be your true self while seekin' validation
Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation
I said, can't be your true self while seekin' validation (Validation)
Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation
So it's K to the, A to the, A to the, K to the
Doin' what we want 'cause we want, nigga (Sheesh)
I said, it's K to the, A to the, A to the, K to the
Doin' what we want 'cause we want (Everybody just, woo)
[Bridge]
Hatin' niggas, I'm sick of (Bitch, I'm sick of)
When we talk, you listen
Fight in me, my fist up
Control shit like SZA
Hatin' niggas, I'm sick of (Bitch, I'm sick of)
When we talk, you listen
Fight in me, my fist up
Control shit like SZA
[Interlude: Aminé]
Yeah, wake up, wake up (Sharks don't sleep)
Yeah, yeah, wake up, wake up, yeah (Sharks don't sleep)
Gone for a moment, but not forever, not for long
Throw up your K&A's
Remind these niggas, man, look
[Verse 3: Aminé]
Hoes who used to play me, get the Michael B (Ugh)
My biggest haters, niggas who didn't make the league (True)
Sold out dates, seen on seven seas (Yeah)
Bluetooth connected to a thousand SUVs
Y'all bought the same fit, but couldn't buy the steeze (Yeah)
Rappers kick the same shit, but couldn't match the fee (Woo)
Bitch, I'm in my bag, not in the industry (True)
The flow so player, play this shit in the limousine
Okay, rappers, wrap it up (Yeah)
KAYTRAMINÉ, best rap album, competition none (Yeah)
"Underrated," they tryna act like I ain't drop seventy-one (Yeah)
Sickamore said it best, all you niggas bums (True)
These niggas keep on talkin' in my ear like I care, but I don't (Don't)
Shorty's unsending DMs, that rappers won't (Won't)
Talk to me dicey 'cause they know the verse is gettin' very, very pricey (True)
Call my nigga Richie when I need assurance (True)
503 in AZ, bitch, I look like Terrance (True)
Know you listenin', but you don't ****ing hear us (Yeah)
Y'all can keep countin' me out, I'm just gon' count my carats
I put Halle Berry in my close friends, why the **** would all you niggas think I need me more friends?
I don't like you rappers, I don't like you hoes
Bitch, I'm Calvin Klein and you are Kenneth Cole (Yeah)
Y'all talkin' like we equals when we know you smeagles
Two-faced niggas don't understand we gon' see through
All that bullshit that you hidin'
True colors always show, it's always perfect timin'