This for my homies who trapped in castles
Who gotta max out the statues
Takin' rice from chow just to cook back with a mackerel
My celly got some deuce that he snuck back from the chapel
Play the wall, it's too hard to look back when you shackled
Box on my wrist, hardly had a chance
Coppin' in and wild with it, charge you by the gram
Duckin' crown vixen pilers in the chargers in the vans
Lawyers on retainer, rumblin' the chargers in advance
If I call and say we good, it's cause I got it in my hands
If it's rockin' for the fam shit, I'll rock you and your fam
Won't do no out-of-pocket shit again, I keep it a thousand like
When we back the block up into grams and we put it on the porches
Back to the spots, crack in my socks when I'm puttin' on my forces
Barricade a trap spot, turn it to a fortress
Started with a cup, and I turn it to a forklift
Bro on his fourth pick, he on some immature shit
Only thing he's tryin' to do is stab you like a swordfish
There's three types of people in this world, kids
The killers, the ones that get killed, and the ones who just record it
I'm up, but I can't afford to get my door kicked
Nickel-plated I'm up, but I can't afford to get my door kicked"
Kicked Video (MV)
Performed By: OT The Real
Language: English
Length: 1:36
Written by: Nicholas Stimson, Stephen P. Odell
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This for my homies who trapped in castles
Who gotta max out the statues
Takin' rice from chow just to cook back with a mackerel
My celly got some deuce that he snuck back from the chapel
Play the wall, it's too hard to look back when you shackled
Box on my wrist, hardly had a chance
Coppin' in and wild with it, charge you by the gram
Duckin' crown vixen pilers in the chargers in the vans
Lawyers on retainer, rumblin' the chargers in advance
If I call and say we good, it's cause I got it in my hands
If it's rockin' for the fam shit, I'll rock you and your fam
Won't do no out-of-pocket shit again, I keep it a thousand like
When we back the block up into grams and we put it on the porches
Back to the spots, crack in my socks when I'm puttin' on my forces
Barricade a trap spot, turn it to a fortress
Started with a cup, and I turn it to a forklift
Bro on his fourth pick, he on some immature shit
Only thing he's tryin' to do is stab you like a swordfish
There's three types of people in this world, kids
The killers, the ones that get killed, and the ones who just record it
I'm up, but I can't afford to get my door kicked
Nickel-plated I'm up, but I can't afford to get my door kicked"
Who gotta max out the statues
Takin' rice from chow just to cook back with a mackerel
My celly got some deuce that he snuck back from the chapel
Play the wall, it's too hard to look back when you shackled
Box on my wrist, hardly had a chance
Coppin' in and wild with it, charge you by the gram
Duckin' crown vixen pilers in the chargers in the vans
Lawyers on retainer, rumblin' the chargers in advance
If I call and say we good, it's cause I got it in my hands
If it's rockin' for the fam shit, I'll rock you and your fam
Won't do no out-of-pocket shit again, I keep it a thousand like
When we back the block up into grams and we put it on the porches
Back to the spots, crack in my socks when I'm puttin' on my forces
Barricade a trap spot, turn it to a fortress
Started with a cup, and I turn it to a forklift
Bro on his fourth pick, he on some immature shit
Only thing he's tryin' to do is stab you like a swordfish
There's three types of people in this world, kids
The killers, the ones that get killed, and the ones who just record it
I'm up, but I can't afford to get my door kicked
Nickel-plated I'm up, but I can't afford to get my door kicked"
Writer: Nicholas Stimson, Stephen P. Odell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC