Correction Lyrics KOBE YEAR!! by X The Kid

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Remember them nights used to sleep at my granny crib, took a walk to my daddy house
Parked on the slab used to see the G35, A young n***a couldn’t wait to drive
That was 2010 pick it up to like 2012, now the n***a in the Z03
Two door Ford, 3 seats & it’s cherry red, why was 12 always after me?
Took it to the country G4 all up on the gate, skrt skrt all up in the yard
Middle of the winter and a n***a still washing cars, Mama yelling “go and get a job”
Pops cracking jokes cause a n***a stopped rocking fades used to ask “How you gon get paid?”
Play a beat from the other day
I know they hate on me, but they never say
Like sum orange Hi-C I stay out the way
Jordan Year to cut off the fakes, won’t ever f**k wit you n***as so in piece we lay
“The year of the rat” what a understate
Meant to mention loss Pawpaw too, In the streets wit my fist up
12 up on the balcony looking down on us, what an image
While I’m tryna make a change, heart full of grief, these lames plotting
All up in another state, never said a name, they still watching
n***as think they got me, all of y’all jus copy
Muthaf**kas I been cool wit since the 7th grade wanna pop me
Muthaf**kas I done taught like it’s 7th grade couldn’t be a pop me
Every night I ain’t spreading hate, I might say your name, but I’m praying
Never feel alone cause if nobody else is know that I am
Never lie about your spirit and
Never worry about me again
I was chosen, but I ain’t ya friend
Never make that mistake again
I ain’t teaching n***as, I ain’t helping n***as and I need about 50 bands
And I need about 100 fans, I done made 150 plans
But the city never gave a damn, unless they saw a n***a whip a lamb
12/31 been the goat, but they counting down for the next day
And all my n***as angry hit the 2K for the play play
I don’t mess around, I can’t mess around, if I f**k wit you know it’s always love
Probably why it weigh so heavy when they snake a n***a off the selfish stuff
All that victim sh*t for the birds never owned up for what you put out
I’m the last to come up out the house, why y’all all up in yo feelings now
Why y’all talk wit y’all hands tied?
Too afraid of what you really wanna say?
Do you really see the vision or you stick around for what you could gain?
All I need is that dollar (Uugh!)
Chef it up, Benihana (Uugh!)
I can’t talk wit no toddler, living off drama, you gets no honor (Uugh!)
Swapped out for that Honda (Huh?)
Hit the stage, Nirvana (What?)
Can’t go out like Cobain, gotta give the world to my mama (b*t*h!)
Had to get right wit myself, never mess around wit that karma (Yuh!)
Ex girl had sum trauma, never should’ve added to it, I’m a problem (Huh!)
I can’t even chalk it to the game, nor cause I miss my father (Huh!)
2020 drank water (Uugh!)
24 move like Mamba (Uugh!)
b*t*h!

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