Lyrics Down and Out - KELLIYON

Yeah, you know, some people think I lost it, man
They be saying I sing too many hooks
They saying I don't be rapping enough
Ah, alright, look

People yelling album of the year as if they heard every album that dropped this year
Some niggas think they close, they're not as near
Rain drop, drop top, rest in peace to Takeoff
Rest in peace to Nipsey Hussle, DMX and Nate Dogg
Everybody that passed last decade, labels are like death pays
Posthumous album, that's how bills get paid
Backstage on tours where married chicks get laid
When hoes used to be loyal, damn those were the best days
I'm at a point where shit's becoming way too easy for me
Pop, get the honeys, don't stop till it's Diddy money
You see my niggas balling, just know that they get it from me
I'm not ungrateful for what I have, I'm just greedy, dummy
Greetings, honey, daddy's home
I'm bringing a new baddie home, getting more W's than a caddy home
Volkswagen for those who don't get it
Stop acting like you're in it to win it
You were faking it like Anthony Bennett
I better be in it if we're talking top five list
Pac, Nas, shit, probably not now
Cause I got more to prove, more to lose before I could win anything
What's a young gun to do when he wants to win everything
I'm hungry, make pop songs and make raps too
I'm trying to make my shit unique, fuck a deja vu
I'm just a French speaking prince eating plants
Out the hand, of the tramps, speaking against me and all my plans
I got great defense, I make complicated raps, I won't ABC it
Until the whole navy sees it
We moving militant, we not on some killer shit
But if one has to go, I'd much rather you get hit
But it's skills sold truth be told
I'll probably be, lyrically, the exact same me
I ain't dumb and down shit, you niggas get off my dick
The best selling rappers are the ones that can actually spit
Except for like Travis Scott, but even he got some bars
If he wanted to go that route, he probably could get involved
Man I'm my own PR team, you niggas getting rushed to the ER
Lean got your brain flushed with a bunch of scenes and scenarios that never happen
You not independent, you just rely on strings getting pulled
Like Eric Clapton, never snapping on the verse
Please get some better skills,
I get it, you don't like rap, scribble a verse, pay the bills
You're in it for a quick check I'm in it for the respect
Can't just let people decide if I'm a legend just yet
Gotta auto-qualify myself, define legend for Lennon money
Cause even when I die, Imma still fucking prosper
Nigga, I'm a pastor, preaching the gospel
Rap till I can't do it, not Jadakiss
But I got that crack and that cane fluid in the mix
Got the keys to the locks, got the passwords to the safes
Trying to move out the hood, tryna get somewhere safe
Cause I don't deserve this, and my mom doesn't either
So I can't be outside partying and puffing reefer
I ain't cuffing a queen up, till she signing a prenup
And I can't even do that cause I learned from KG hun
You know they ain't complacent when they get that first ring up
It's a whole different person than the first time you meet her
I'm on some rap and y'all beats, Wayne 07' shit
Spit so many bars, rap God let me in heaven shit
Complain about everything, but don't do shit about it
I'll kick your ass so bad, I'll knock the shit up out it
I'm the GOAT, wrapping up? No, I'm just getting started
Young niggas stay hungry, better yet I'm fucking starving
Y'all coming up with more emotions than the room of Marvin
That's how I know y'all on some ho shit, y'all ain't really grinding
I'm outstanding, my level of skill is astounding
Y'all think this shit ain't hot? My man, fix up your sound then
We bout a hundred bars in
One, two, three, four
A hundred one bars in, nigga ain't no bargain
See what I want and take it, it breaks my heart to see some people not believe I'll make it
A song every week, no label, indie joints
Even in the G-League I'm fucking dropping fifty points
Quality and quantity, that's how you get attention
For the music or for the product that you pushing
Pushing P, punk, pussies picking up a pump
Rappers better button up, pump, pump, pump it up
This is for the people angry every time I sing a hook
Every time I make a R&B song, they never look
Now I'm rapping my ass off, on God them nigga shook
I've been snapping for four minutes, nigga, that's what it took

Huh, yeah, yeah
I told you I didn't lose it, man
Don't second guess me again, man
Some of y'all just need a reminder
I'm one of the illest rappers you ever heard, period
No drama