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 shit 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 shit
Repent and get anointed bitch
All my boys done been raised by bullies
And grazed by bullets
In the neighborhood where 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 619
'Cause I can only cope if I spit my lines
I know somebody with coke, 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 to gettin' the most cream
From gettin' the most streams
And swimmin' in your streams
Come get that pussy hit up in zone three
Hit it at pro speed, the shit if you don't sleep
A fit if you want sleep, it's finna get grown, squeezin' in
Fittin' it slowly, you finish before me
Ken' in the pot movin', similar most true but
This shit'll go down more sinister roads
If or when I'm provoked
Pissed or sit in a hole
It's on, them boys livin' on limited hope
Big Kenny from Heaven, I'm bitch nigga repellin'
A pit rippin' the flesh, I'm in shit
Skin him in seconds that's it
Let 'em air out this shit
Give 'em a second, I been in the trenches with niggas 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, niggas was hesitant
Visitin' death was as distant as relatives livin' right next to us
Let me shut the fuck up

Give, give
What would I give?
Give, give
What would I give?

Ayy, ayy, okay
My dawg gon' make sure them swipes right like Tinder
Nigga I remember, steppin' back like Kemba
Walk a line, that's often times enticed by inner shit
I'm dealin' with 'nough blood on my hands
already hard to wash off like Henna
I ain't saint, I'm sinister
give a fuck my innocence was corrupt by ten
I need to be touched by ministers
Swimmin' in your water, remind me of my baptism
But this shit way more spiritual
Look I ain't religious but this shit good as fuck
Magnum strap in my pocket but I might shoot it up
Ayy no I'm kiddin' but toot it up if you with it
The two of us would legit might be cool as fuck
don't forget it our time on this Earth is limited
True enough, we been through enough shit
What I mean, really who the fuck
isn't afraid to provide off minimum wage?
I think the kid is a blessing but I could dig your discretion
We got some problems
that's destined to fuck 'em up if we let us
Oppression, this shit might be the death
Or this here connection, my stress'll be premature
But you choose the only see
sections of arguments and get triggered
Use your sex as a weapon and you get fly at the mouth
And that's when this shit get domestic
And you know I can't risk that 'cause 12 get dispatched
And pull up on curbs, get to mixin' words like syntax
When we have a kid, I wanna be present like gift wrap
And your pretty lil' fears done got me down 'cause I'm 6-Lack
Drunk at the function, all I can think 'bout it's just that
I'm pissed, any niggas step to me wrong, push his shit back
Anybody that's tryna check me, tell coach it's a mismatch
Just think of clear this whole party out if it kick back
My cuz keep a big Mac for beef
I sit back, a street life we deserve for peace
But don't think shit's sweet
I'm still observant 'cause I don't trust shit
But if I wasn't distant dawg
And that question scare me the most now
But if I change at least, let that shit be for better
My old ways deceased
If I can't go on and I click-clack, release
The Heaven or Hell, what would I

Give, give
What would I give?
Give, give
What would I give?

Give, give
What would I give?
Give, give
What would I