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Kindred - Epilogue (feat. King August) Lyrics



Kindred - Epilogue (feat. King August) Lyrics
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I be on the same old shit with my dawgs
Young black n***a coming right through the fog
If you got the sound you can always tag along
We barely getting started its the f*cking epilogue
I be on the same old shit with my dawgs
Young black n***a coming right through the fog
If you got the sound you can always tag along
We barely getting started its the f*cking epilogue
Im thinkin' Imma show off just to f*ckin' keep it real
I ain't seen a n***a try to test me on my skills
You hearing all my music self produced man how you feel
Studio getting bigger everyday up on the real
I make a beat then write a verse Im thinkin' how it make me feel
If I like it imma play it everyday then Imma chill
Run it back up in the Stu until it fit in like a seal
Mix the track and play it back I think you really get the deal
Just in case that you forgot that I'm the goat up in this bitch
Who you know that makin' beats up every day I need a switch
Gotta have a strong ego if you passin' up the clique
Ain't no room if you a downer
Out the way with all that shit
I'm climbing up these walls cause I know that it be mental
Get a platinum plaque and I ain't talking bout the dentals
I know that god be tryin I'm just laughing at the devil
Cause I got bigger plans and imma give you something special
I be on the same old shit with my dawgs
Young black n***a coming right through the fog
If you got the sound you can always tag along
We barely getting started its the f*cking epilogue
I be on the same old shit with my dawgs
Young black n***a coming right through the fog
If you got the sound you can always tag along
We barely getting started its the f*cking epilogue (Aye, Aye)
Same old shit with my same old dawgs
Got that slave white whip, ain't no massa involved
I'm a Great White, bitch keep on swimmin' along
I got two flight chicks, bring my shorty along
They be ordering bongs tryna get high as a king
I been touring the broad, like f*ck a college degree
Out in Milan bitches shake it like it's Parkin's Disease
I just checked my bank account, this shit is hard to believe
Two seater black whip for my mom all cash
Thats that bag that you snatch when yo shit straight slap
Know these geeks big mad cause they tweets all caps
And I only fly private so my jet don't lag
Know theres levels to this game and ya boy at the top
Im a rebel you a lame, hoe get off of my jock
If you need it you can have it only after I stop
But until them I'm wreakin' havoc every time that I drop, King
I be on the same old shit with my dawgs
Young black n***a coming right through the fog
If you got the sound you can always tag along
We barely getting started its the f*cking epilogue
I be on the same old shit with my dawgs
Young black n***a coming right through the fog
If you got the sound you can always tag along
We barely getting started its the f*cking epilogue
I've seen a lot of n****s come and go up on the low
Only people stayin' in my group that wanna grow
You either with us or you out and that's fasho
Built my team up from the bottom and it shows
And We killing it
We different and you feelin' it
Most of y'all don't even compare to how we bringing shit
Whole team makin' hits right back to back and we ain't never quit
We all original ain't none of our shit ever counterfeit
I remember workin On blown speakers when we started off
Now I got two speakers that bump louder than a Mardi Gras
2k worth of plugins in my bank And I ain't gonna stop
Invest in what you love and watch it grow just like a shop
Everybody comes to Kin cause they be knowin' what I'm doing
Mastered all the skills and that i'm fluent in my choosing
If you ain't f*ckin' with me then you in the wrong movement
I'm blooming
And I ain't never planned to get ruined
I be on the same old shit with my dawgs
Young black n***a coming right through the fog
If you got the sound you can always tag along
We barely getting started its the f*cking epilogue
I be on the same old shit with my dawgs
Young black n***a coming right through the fog
If you got the sound you can always tag along
We barely getting started its the f*cking epilogue
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I be on the same old shit with my dawgs
Young black n***a coming right through the fog
If you got the sound you can always tag along
We barely getting started its the f*cking epilogue
I be on the same old shit with my dawgs
Young black n***a coming right through the fog
If you got the sound you can always tag along
We barely getting started its the f*cking epilogue
Im thinkin' Imma show off just to f*ckin' keep it real
I ain't seen a n***a try to test me on my skills
You hearing all my music self produced man how you feel
Studio getting bigger everyday up on the real
I make a beat then write a verse Im thinkin' how it make me feel
If I like it imma play it everyday then Imma chill
Run it back up in the Stu until it fit in like a seal
Mix the track and play it back I think you really get the deal
Just in case that you forgot that I'm the goat up in this bitch
Who you know that makin' beats up every day I need a switch
Gotta have a strong ego if you passin' up the clique
Ain't no room if you a downer
Out the way with all that shit
I'm climbing up these walls cause I know that it be mental
Get a platinum plaque and I ain't talking bout the dentals
I know that god be tryin I'm just laughing at the devil
Cause I got bigger plans and imma give you something special
I be on the same old shit with my dawgs
Young black n***a coming right through the fog
If you got the sound you can always tag along
We barely getting started its the f*cking epilogue
I be on the same old shit with my dawgs
Young black n***a coming right through the fog
If you got the sound you can always tag along
We barely getting started its the f*cking epilogue (Aye, Aye)
Same old shit with my same old dawgs
Got that slave white whip, ain't no massa involved
I'm a Great White, bitch keep on swimmin' along
I got two flight chicks, bring my shorty along
They be ordering bongs tryna get high as a king
I been touring the broad, like f*ck a college degree
Out in Milan bitches shake it like it's Parkin's Disease
I just checked my bank account, this shit is hard to believe
Two seater black whip for my mom all cash
Thats that bag that you snatch when yo shit straight slap
Know these geeks big mad cause they tweets all caps
And I only fly private so my jet don't lag
Know theres levels to this game and ya boy at the top
Im a rebel you a lame, hoe get off of my jock
If you need it you can have it only after I stop
But until them I'm wreakin' havoc every time that I drop, King
I be on the same old shit with my dawgs
Young black n***a coming right through the fog
If you got the sound you can always tag along
We barely getting started its the f*cking epilogue
I be on the same old shit with my dawgs
Young black n***a coming right through the fog
If you got the sound you can always tag along
We barely getting started its the f*cking epilogue
I've seen a lot of n****s come and go up on the low
Only people stayin' in my group that wanna grow
You either with us or you out and that's fasho
Built my team up from the bottom and it shows
And We killing it
We different and you feelin' it
Most of y'all don't even compare to how we bringing shit
Whole team makin' hits right back to back and we ain't never quit
We all original ain't none of our shit ever counterfeit
I remember workin On blown speakers when we started off
Now I got two speakers that bump louder than a Mardi Gras
2k worth of plugins in my bank And I ain't gonna stop
Invest in what you love and watch it grow just like a shop
Everybody comes to Kin cause they be knowin' what I'm doing
Mastered all the skills and that i'm fluent in my choosing
If you ain't f*ckin' with me then you in the wrong movement
I'm blooming
And I ain't never planned to get ruined
I be on the same old shit with my dawgs
Young black n***a coming right through the fog
If you got the sound you can always tag along
We barely getting started its the f*cking epilogue
I be on the same old shit with my dawgs
Young black n***a coming right through the fog
If you got the sound you can always tag along
We barely getting started its the f*cking epilogue
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Writer: ADAM STEPHAN JOHNSON
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Performed By: Kindred
Language: English
Length: 3:47
Written by: ADAM STEPHAN JOHNSON

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