Kembe X - LFTFF lyrics

[Kembe X - LFTFF lyrics]

Father God, right now I wanna thank you
For the ability to rhyme
The ability to move and the
Ability to think right
The ability to slow down
The ability to speed up
The ability to be in pocket
The ability to swag on these niggas
Swag like they could never do
Swag like never been done before, nigga
Father God, so I

Wake up every morning
Count my blessings 'fore my
Mind start racin'
Sip my Jack and pop a Xan'
Before I even wash my face
It's niggas out here starving, fakin' fonk
But swear they ganja stank
We took you for a real one
From the jump, my nigga, my mistake
Please proceed with caution
I might spazz when I'm pissed off
Tell a ho to hush
I need silence when my bitch call
Niggas in they feelings
I don't care 'bout it at all
Fuck a close-up, nigga
I'm prepared for my lift-off

Life gave me lemons, so I made lemonade
All organic, y'all sip Minute Maid
I've took damage, I win anyway
Orbit my dick, y'all just in the way
She want cock now, I want plenty space
Can't stop now, I been did the race
Blowin' off fume now, room need ventilate
Spent weekends where Section 8 tenants stay
Spent my first rap check on an interface
One mic, three-fifths, and a zip of haze
Smoke dope with the bros out in Tennessee
Come with fuck shit, bitch, get away
Cup full of spaceship, that's my getaway
I can't never draw, you can get erased
Niggas hate
Leave 'em all with the shitty face
I pray my name leave bitter taste

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Wake up every morning
Count my blessings 'fore my
Mind start racin'
Sip my Jack and pop a Xan'
Before I even wash my face
You niggas' spirit starving
Give a fuck whether your ganja stank
I took you for a real one
From the jump, my nigga, my mistake
Please proceed with caution
I might spazz when I'm pissed off
Tell a ho to hush
I need silence when my bitch call
Niggas in they feelings
I don't care 'bout it at all
Fuck a close-up, nigga
I'm prepared for my lift-off

I put my soul in this
You'd swear I exist in my own dimension
No skateboard, my grind on intense
And I feel way more than I want to mention
Stay lab locked, perfect my invention
While lame lil' hoes do shit for attention
When I brainstorm, the shit come with wins
That'll turn that beef you want into riblets
What you think? Ain't shit but a bitch
And assault all on your face when I visit
Huh give two fucks about what you're up to
I leave that shit to my bitches, uh
Speakin' of 'em, they speak in tongues
In my ear, then tug on my zipper, huh
Tryna ride me mid-conversation
Damn, let me finish my sentence

Wake up every morning
Count my blessings 'fore my
Mind start racin'
Sip my Jack and pop a Xan'
Before I even wash my face
You niggas' spirit starving
Give a fuck whether your ganja stank
I took you for a real one
From the jump, my nigga, my mistake
Please proceed with caution
I might spazz when I'm pissed off
Tell a ho to hush
I need silence when my bitch call
Niggas in they feelings
I don't care 'bout it at all
Fuck a close-up, nigga
I'm prepared for my lift-off

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