[Intro: Kuniva]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Kuniva
What up, Enrichment?
Let's get it dog!
Ha! Yo, ayo, ayo
[Verse 1: Kuniva]
Shout out to Rich, yo
The beats stay bumping & brolic like Big's show
From the get go, I been dope so chill
Tongue sharp enough to split throats and steal
Dog what the deal, I back 'em down for real
Kuniva's too ill, I rearrange your grill
He insane, he kill, any beating fulfilled
Any order brought across the table
Leave a rapper disabled
You short niggas we'll clap at your navel
You looking at a made man and I'm the nigga that made you
Somebody played you
Yo they should've warnеd you or armed you
I don't thumb wrestle onlinе, type of niggas to argue
This cloth is way different, I'm magnificent, Marvel
If this being God created cross the line, it'll cost you
I already know your boss, that nigga is soft too
Why buy some jewelry when I could just snatch the shit off you?
[Hook: KXNG Crooked]
Yeah
Time to kill again (kill, kill, kill, kill, kill)
Rhyme with skill again (skill, skill, skill, skill, skill)
Time to reel 'em in
Climb the hill again, it's my prime I'm chilling in
[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
Rifles are dumping, all of my rivals are running
I'm riding on the other side like I'm driving in London
In '05, I had dope dealing ties to my cousin
Every day on Marie's calendar, them pies in the oven
But I was in tune with the music
In tune with moving them units
Assume you use it or lose it
I was in the booth with exclusives
Dude had room for improvement
But had no room for excuses
I started burying rappers right in the tomb with Anubis
Fuck a Rubix Cube, I ain't got time for none of them square games
Grizzly, I open my mouth & I bare fangs
They loyal to being broke, I'm out of their range
You ride til the back wheel fall off for some spare change
Tire talk, you beef with the final boss
And we can't smooth out the wrinkles, I'm letting the iron off
God flow, my lyrics is scriptures the Bible lost
Pick up a holy pen then find a cross to write across
I'm just talking to your young soul
Nikes with the gum sole kicking in your front do'
Same Nikes with the gum sole ready to kick you in your bung hole
Gun unload, sounding like a drum roll
[Hook: KXNG Crooked]
Yeah
Time to kill again (kill, kill, kill, kill, kill)
Rhyme with skill again (skill, skill, skill, skill, skill)
Time to reel 'em in
Climb the hill again, it's my prime I'm chilling in
[Verse 3: Enrichment]
Listen
I got harsh literature that'll ghost you like Forest Whittaker
And bars that you won't escape from like John Dillinger
I keep it on lock, so I'm not a discharged prisoner
Cleaning house, I'm weeding 'em out like strong vinegar
You trash rap cats, you frauds is all litterers
Nothing you could ever sketch up would draw listeners
Never make noise, you more like soft whisperers
Minor league steez, indeed, you small, miniature
Sit back, admire me fire on all cylinders
I'm here to stay, the rest of y'all I call visitors
I'm different, nothing I do comes off similar
Authentic, I don't sign off with false signatures
Small time minds, your rhymes are far simpler
It's really no biggie, but me, I'm more Christopher
Every 16 is mean, my talk's sinister
All I do is go for they necks, the mark's ligature