Kazie - Ghetto Poetry (feat. CHAD) Lyrics

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And you already know what it means when you see these two names connected
Yeah
Niggas counting favors while we out here counting paper
Fueled by naysayers and affirmations from haters
I used to let it get to me
Now they gotta see me ballin' until they sick of me
Check the history, whenever I was faced with adversity
Kazie Man balled like Mr. Clean
If you ain't dyin' for the cause, then don't intervene
Presidential in my city when I hit the scene
Cruisin' with the top gone, John F. Kennedy
To my niggas lost, gone, I swear I feel your energy
To my niggas not gone, we ballin' for a century
All because a nigga learned a couple bars and similes
All with a consistency
F*ck what a nigga mean
Turn a Kazie song on, tough and the nigga mean
Handsome ass face, aesthetically a nigga clean
So bitches wanna cut and give me head like guillotine
Yeah bitch, this the team
Left Coast, TBM
Give me a pen and I write death notes to BPMs
Electrify the audience, no EDM
Nowadays I'm only with niggas that wanna see me win
And this thing consist of niggas since the first day
That never switched up in the first place
Not even on my worst days
Grindin' with hopes that we reverse fate
Master of my craft in my workspace
No room in that hearse space
You only get one life, my nigga live it
Y'all be waitin' round to see another nigga get it
Me and Chad did it
Then after the math did addition
We ain't need a wrap, and a ribbon to show you niggas gifted
It's like everything me and Kazie do, the streets pick up on
Real ones stay down for your niggas and never switch up on them
We just tryna maintain the status
Then I ask, is it better to have or not have it?
All I know is on these beats we make classics
That was before we learned to get tracks mixed and mastered
Damn, sometimes life gets tragic
Roy and Siegfried, how we gotta keep the magic
Won't ever lose static, stay together like magnets
They drag my name through the dirt long enough to catch maggots
I rise from the madness, dutches to dutches, ashes to ashes
Look at me, I'm the definition of fashion
We took trips down to Fashion Week
Cuz the shit y'all wearin' is so sad to see
Niggas do whatever for album sales
We gon' split the royalties up for Sawona and Noell
Let you know them ass whoopings really kept me out of jail
Sour diesel still smokin' up my hotel
But oh well
Shit is what it is
Thankful we still got the same bond since we was kids
We was actin' a fool on Sunday at school
Learned the words to the scriptures, though I ain't no fool
You can't feed me bullshit, I digest my food
Savin' up checks and split it all even with the crew
Who is you?
You niggas is no names
Cock back, reload and aim
Let em know this ain't a game
Ain't a damn thing changed
My nigga, I'm still the same
Did a little growin' up, but smartened up in my brain
Financial success, you gotta do more to save
Gotta put in the work, gotta do more than pray
Keep faith, we gon' get the job done if it takes all day