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letra de kai must die - kai andrew$

[verse 1]
unfinished raps, i got a marrow to pick
overworking the brain i’m ’bout to have me a fit
overtime working but i’m broke as b-tch dawg
if this song gets cold, it’s because imma vent dawg

i’m not doing great, i’m not 100%
alyssa, kayla, tash was a lie in a sense
i talk too much i need to say a lot less
sh-t that gives the wrong impression ’bout me
i can agree, to break free
i had to go rely on my 2 s.e.n.s.e
’cause none of ’em get me

you see, n-gga, it was about 100 degrees
whenever i performed on stage, they feel the rage
even though 10 of my homies came
imma do it till i’m front page
spitting gamе like the music was a fine damе
but i’m fumbling a lot imma be honest, it’s not the same
yeah, she cheated on me
had the feeling all along, it was leaning on me
purple-brown drank in my cup, drunk as f-ck, sipping on it
i thought you said you don’t drink, what the f-ck happened?
all my morals left the script and it was bad acting
but i’m still pushing this music in similar fashion
stop lying, kai, you a rapper turned actor
f-ck n-gga, you a b-tch n-gga
send a song, never rap on it, sh-t n-gga
send a verse, never did n-gga
quitting ass n-gga, you a b-tch n-gga
said it once, said it twice n-gga
get it in your head like that, you’re right
all the sh-t that you said was facts
[verse 2]
i was trippin’ on my sh-t
it was bad, i ain’t notice
my face got a bruise and black eye
i thought i was gon’ get it, n-gga why try
why try, n-gga?
it ain’t connecting like it’s bad wi-fi
oh nah nah nah nah
i don’t like it here
if you hear me, get me outta here
i’m locked up, someone pay the bail
i’m lonely, someone send the mail
this ain’t pain, it’s the holy grail (it’s the holy grail)
it’s the holy grail, with my frail hands, imma do what i can
imma do what i can

[verse 3]
i feel like it’s early to go vent like this
pearly gates i see ’em ’cause i am suffocating ‘round big demons
i go at it alone for much reason
get past four seasons, emotions up and down like bipolar
i’m out of focus (f-ck n-gga), run it back

i used to have the vision, now it’s outta focus
picture perfect, dead future, now you know it, go hold it
i know a lotta n-ggas that will never give me thanks
i know a lotta girls that hurt the boy, ask shabba ranks
four fake diamond finger rings ‘cause i’m insecure, here’s your boy
feel like taking scissors, cutting off, seek and destroy, here’s your boy
no reward, 6 years in, bounty low
broken home, broke as f-ck, pocket holes
playing pool, drowning though, my heart’s torn, f-ck a hoe
you can tell that i’m depressed in it
6 projects in, and i feel finished
all my homies thought that i was swimming
it came full circle like mac miller
2018 had doc, n-gga, she gave me them pills after therapy
nothing changed narrowly
went back to the same acts quite carelessly
it was quite embarrassing
death, will you marry me?

- kai andrew

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