Kuniva - Light Work (Freestyle) lyrics

What's good little homie
I'm hoping you had a nice run
My history is so violent you
Fuckin' with the right one
Check your pockets nigga I got right funds
Lot's of 5 star general
I don't fuck with the clown shit
You Brandy type sitting up in your room
Wannabe down shit
Shady haven't seen this type of
Hunger since Curtis dropped 7 Mile dog
Yeah Runyon Ave is the murder block
Bitches catch a glimpse and start
Looking all googly eyed
Tell the broad Mickeys D's or Burger King
You decide
After her decision straight to room
To the thighs shorty barely had enough time
To chew her fries
Kuniva's presidential status is mobbin'
On the road get your stacks up and act right


And get me on your show
You don't wanna compare us and
Between us that's embarrassing
'Cause my name is good and
All your gimmicks are perishing
Mono e mono, it's unfair with the match up
Like a beautician that's on the job
I tear the track up
So with bullshit so I ain't gotta pop off
What's the use of buying it cheaper
It's still a knock-off
You the type to talk over the
Phone about the drop off or get checked
When niggas pull off you wanna mouth off
Nigga not the kid, I stand alone on my own
I don't need to roll deep to be respected
I'm grown
Pull up at the spot and drop a couple dollars
'Cause where good pussy is information
And shorties droppin' knowledge
Derty Dozen, diamond in the rough
Holdin' 'em up i'm so real I'll give you
Chills like it's snowing a
When niggas try to air me out
I get to folding them up
End of story, closed case homie open and shut
It ain't nothing like investing in
Yourself without the yes men
I got a couple best friends
Who people wasn't best friends
Name your favourite rapper and I
Guarantee I'll blaze 'em up
'Cause, I done met most them niggas
Half of them are fake as fuck
Looking like a deer in the headlights
Yeah the Fed type
Barely pay they bill but yelling
Out "Get your bread right"
I ain't a politician that's why I
Keep to my damn self
Blasting my gun over heat like
It's missing a fan belt
That's that Runyon Avenue talk
Homie I'm 'bout that
Punkin' me? I doubt that
Holler at me I shout back
The most savage carnivore, Sun Tzu
Art of War on my block they body more
Weaponry kinda sore
Step to my and I'm for sure to
Give you what you ask fo'
Fake beef we through it the sack
That's White Castle
Kuniva's here with no fear, push me
Like a monk in the
Mountains far from civilisation
Nowhere near pussy
Bitches on my dick 'cause of my status though
Yo it's on as soon she pull up
Get out her car and lock the Stratus do'
Savage for the cabbage bro
Servin' 'em like mac' and ro'
Leaning out the cutty
See the sparks and feel the shrapnel
My attitude been on some next shit
Fuck the next man
Soon or later our blocks will close
In on you like Tetris do it mean
Take the pinky ring and leave the necklace
It's just a certain part of this
Life that you shouldn't mess with
Lyrically they scared of me, timid
Won't bring they artists 'round
This is how a hungry artist sound
I'm the hardest out
My team's Block Symfany, that's
Feeding bitches cold cut trios
Yeah I'm a cheapo
Haven't reach my peak though
But, if I pop the trunk
On this Benz you'll see
So many guns you'll think I had a cheat code
Niggas even when I'm rolling light
I'm still deep though how you want it homie
Bruised body or bruised ego?
Step like a frat members
I done them seen them dollar signs
A few fine concubines that I
Could put my cock behind
Throw the piece up on your ribs
Sew 'em in latex
Finish up a do the drink step out of her crib
You panic when pressured while I'm
Cooler than a winter breeze
True indeed, letting sparks fly like Jubilee
You and me two different of breeds
Different creeds
Harvested from the same streets
But two different seeds
Salute to the backpackers
The spitters and the G's
Yo it's far from over, watch me and believe!

Yo it's far from over, watch me and believe!
Yo it's far from over, watch me and believe!