KaySavtheDon X AG the Ca$h Kid - 93 (feat. Chano) Lyrics

Shorty hella mad
Started burning my supreme
That's ok cause you know I'm only rocking with the plague
That's BP
That's the team
Me, myself, and I that's the only thing a n**** need
Can't forget about AG
93
And my nigga Chano
What the f*ck you mean
Coming for the crown but if you want it gotta bleed
I'm a Houston, Texas nigga steady repping on the scene
But one day, you gone hear me on the radio
Shorty get to bumping, she like baby this my favorite song
I got 93 problems but the rent ain't one
I got 93 problems but a bitch ain't one
Got a problem we can solve it
I won't bring my revolver
I'm evolving like a Koffing
Leave you Weezing from dishonor
I could pull up and just slaughter
Everybody on your roster
I'm a monster
I'm problem
Bars so hard
Merriam might have to sponsor
Put a patent on my diction
They won't ever catch me slipping
Little homie lost his life to a couple little bitches
Seem like everybody around me ain't ever seen a real n****
I done came up from the trenches you know I'm a field n****
Never in the field, n****s always talking like they with it
You just do it for the film don't make a nigga test your limits (aye)

Nine trey non-affiliated
But I do it for my bloods regardless of the family relation
If a loc try to run up, ima have to ventilate
Spitting real mothaf*cking lead with no gunplay
Got a bible on the dash
It's AG, all about the cash
Might dump and dash, like Sonic
Would rather dish verses in ebonics, get 'em hooked like laced chronic (yeah)
Coming out the sandbox
93 a flock of potential hard knocks
Black sheep and G.O.A.T.S
Young diablos from a barrio
3 kings, 3 eyed, we coasting on the road
From 3 different zip codes but we gon go global making the world our home (yeah)
We shooting for stars
You know, money bags and foreign cars
F*ck a man on the moon, I'm parking my spaceship on top of Mars
Tunnel vision on the guap cause it's M-O-B, and nothing else matters
These mothaf*ckas think they got the answers, but they got it f*cking backwards
These bitches nothing but hypocrites & tumors just spreading cancer
A hazard to my state of mind, Ima smoke 'em up like a pack of backwoods
Red rum red rum, it's murder she wrote
AG the Ca$h Kid; I kills the pussy and keep 'em haters afloat
(Gang shit)

Gang shit but Chano don't rap
He just get it in
The team don't split shit n****, no dividends
We here every season, not a single Aunt Vivian
Supreme shorts is what a n**** swimming in
You sorry n****s only like 'em if they limited
Then wonder why the end is almost f*cking imminent
93 my dawgs, and I ain't mean my residence
Come to Raleigh if a n**** need evidence
N****s say we're cool but they just wanna be relevant
If you ask me I think you boys is celibate
AG off the Henny, yeah my younging getting hella bent
I got numbers on my table, I ain't talking about no elements
KaySav writing bars like prescription medicine
93 problems but you guessed it, it ain't never rent (never rent)
All this other shit's irrelevant (irrelevant)
Please excuse my speech impediment

I'm sorry, I told you I don't do this shit...
AG and KaySav just wanted me to prove it bitch