Jenchi, Lil Durk - Kinfolk lyrics

Split the wig of a bitch
If he disrespecting my kin
But I don't need to flinch
If he disrespecting my kin
There gon be violence if
He disrespecting my kin
Turn meat to mince then dip
If he disrespecting my kin
Split the wig of a bitch
If he disrespecting my kin
But I don't need to flinch
If he disrespecting my kin
There gon be violence if
He disrespecting my kin
Turn meat to mince then dip
If he disrespecting my kin

Me and my kinfolk are ready
For any shots that you're sending
You out for five nights like freddys
After we done stomped your head in
Turning ya head to spaghetti
And you're thought process is empty
Fuck with us it will end badly
Fuck with us it will end deadly
Leave your body on your ground
And your head out on the pavement
Everybody gather around
Come see the road that i'm paving
The wave that i'm making
The flow that i'm waving
The game that i'm breaking
The game that i'm changing
Genius or insanity like a solo game of chess
Free the bitch from her vanity
Grab her heart through her chest
Plead the fifth cos it's scary to
Me that all of my ideas
Are easily influenced by what
The others express
Like fuck trump, fuck hillary
And fuck all the rest
For some reason I just can't
Seem to use my head
I don't even like rap or even hip-hop I guess
I just like what the guy
With the fucking mic says

Split the wig of a bitch
If he disrespecting my kin
But I don't need to flinch
If he disrespecting my kin
There gon be violence if
He disrespecting my kin
Turn meat to mince then dip
If he disrespecting my kin
Split the wig of a bitch
If he disrespecting my kin
But I don't need to flinch
If he disrespecting my kin
There gon be violence if
He disrespecting my kin
Turn meat to mince then dip
If he disrespecting my kin

Less fortunate individuals
Struggling in the streets
Bless all of it little village
Of kiddies tryna eat
Do what morris did, Do what morris did
Do what morris did, Do what morris did
Escape from this hell hole
Prove all naysayers wrong you will make it
If you change the way that you roll
The rest of the world are slave
Traders to these eight gradin
Great players where they may serve great
Dangers to the same players
As them, let them in let them play the game
That will let them live provide for
Future kids and their kids futures
Yeah these kids be looking stick thin
We be Rasputia's they got a lotta dead
And we gotta lot of bruises
That's so fucked up how we are so clueless
In the streets acting ruthless
Because they are roofless
The new youth on new drugs
That they never knew of
To escape their peeping eyes from the
Clans of the Ku Klux