DOM KENNEDY - Kept It Thorough lyrics
[DOM KENNEDY - Kept It Thorough lyrics]
I fuck tens, nines, maybe even eights
I got ‘em all spread like
Six and seven states
Do a couple shows it’s like
Six or seven dates what she did on our chat
I’ll make her do it to my face
That murder music on my waist (pah)
Somebody hit the drum and let these
Niggas feel the bass like
Don’t worry, I’m back like homeboy from the
So every time your boys in the zone
Niggas duck i killed San Diego
Came home, niggas front
So this time Imma go an
Niggas for their lunch
Shit, I help niggas on the
Derek Fisher shit, I help niggas in a clutch
Everything I drop
You let these niggas in the front
But me and Cardi A gon’ X
These niggas in a month
Shit, we smacking niggas and they friends
Where the money at
Don’t make me ask you more than once
Muthafuka
Yeah, I kept it thorough, nigga
Since Bruce Smith had kicks i was strapped
No similes, just memories
Face the mirror, youngin' if you rap
You gotta talk facts
Not just who you pretend to be
I remember we, would write raps
Not thinking ‘bout this industry (nah)
Just for the energy
But now blogs, YouTube, World Star
Is like the trinity
Nigga, that shit be offending me
Critics is like friends to me
Everybody feel free and pick up
A muthafukin’ pen with me
Dom is better than I’ll begin to be
This gon’ be the last time
You don’t mention me, nigga
I got ‘em all spread like
Six and seven states
Do a couple shows it’s like
Six or seven dates what she did on our chat
I’ll make her do it to my face
That murder music on my waist (pah)
Somebody hit the drum and let these
Niggas feel the bass like
Don’t worry, I’m back like homeboy from the
So every time your boys in the zone
Niggas duck i killed San Diego
Came home, niggas front
So this time Imma go an
Niggas for their lunch
Shit, I help niggas on the
Derek Fisher shit, I help niggas in a clutch
Everything I drop
You let these niggas in the front
But me and Cardi A gon’ X
These niggas in a month
Shit, we smacking niggas and they friends
Where the money at
Don’t make me ask you more than once
Muthafuka
Yeah, I kept it thorough, nigga
Since Bruce Smith had kicks i was strapped
No similes, just memories
Face the mirror, youngin' if you rap
You gotta talk facts
Not just who you pretend to be
I remember we, would write raps
Not thinking ‘bout this industry (nah)
Just for the energy
But now blogs, YouTube, World Star
Is like the trinity
Nigga, that shit be offending me
Critics is like friends to me
Everybody feel free and pick up
A muthafukin’ pen with me
Dom is better than I’ll begin to be
This gon’ be the last time
You don’t mention me, nigga