Correction Lyrics ARE U KIDDING by XY

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Alright, I got it, hm

Are you kiddin'? Are you kiddin'?
Late night drive and the windows all tinted
Look around, it's survival of the fittest
Where the canines lie deep inside, it's within me
You ever seen a black boy fly?
Slam dunk, break the backboard glass courtside
Let the story unfold, n***as really just beginnin' (Ayy)
How you took me for a joke? (Ayy)
Are you kiddin'? Are you kiddin'?

Are you kiddin'? Are you kiddin'?
The realest in demand, yeah, that's scarce in the city
Shot caller like the mayor but it's Eric do the bidding
Pop bottles еverywhere
You won't darе catch me slippin', tread carefully
N***a, I'm the heir to the kingdom force
Like a AR-15 and I air it through the building
A target on my back but my head's in the clouds
And a star on my chest like the sherrif of the city like, "Yeesh"
I just been preparin' for the winter
No Ferris Bueller days off, keep the ferris wheel spinnin'
Momma said, "Son, I want an eight car garage and a big backyard where the square footing’s plenty”
Crops stand tall, need a scarecrow to tend it
These moments pass by, need to cherish what I'm livin'
Keep my spirit in alignment, it's prayers that I'm livin'
I been lookin' in the mirror, it ain't fair for you n***as like, "Yeesh"
Are you kiddin'? Are you kiddin'?
Late night drive and the windows all tinted
Look around, it's survival of the fittest
Where the canines lie deep inside, it's within me
You ever seen a black boy fly?
Slam dunk, break the backboard glass courtside
Let the story unfold, n***as really just beginnin'
How you took me for a joke? (Uh)
Are you kiddin'? Are you kiddin'?

Y'all don't live the life y'all written
Y'all be lyin' 'bout omissions
Said we had to make decisions and we grew up penny pinchin'
Dreams of wishin' on a star, tryna be a star
Now I run things so much, it got me breathin' hard
'Course I'ma need it all
Look in my X-ray and see a dog
Raised by cats who got coke and they visa off
I don't be believin' y'all, tryna buy my mom a house
All y'all shit Oscar, Grouch, that shit (Garbage)
B-M-dub all up in my (Garage)
Your BM, I dubbeed that
Players gon' play, 3L dub that
'Course I hit off GP, where my glove at?
MC Ham, can't get touched, you get love-tapped
'Cause the people love Dilla, and that's a lot to say
'Cause the place where I'm from don't love n***as
We knew drug dealers
N***as who got drugs and slugs in 'em, the blood thicker
Make sure they get dollars as soon as I'm touchin' 'em, huh?
Are you kiddin'? Are you kiddin'? (Dilla)
Late night drive and the windows all tinted (Hm)
Look around, it's survival of the fittest
Where the canines lie deep inside, it's within me
You ever seen a black boy fly?
Slam dunk, break the backboard glass courtside
Let the story unfold, n***as really just beginnin'
How you took me for a joke?
Are you kiddin'? Are you kiddin'?

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