Текст песни Keanu's Song - KB
We
ain't
never
want
no
fame
Me
and
Jesus
like
Jordan
and
James
'Cause
you
can't
talk
about
me
without
bringing
up
His
name
Name,
name,
name,
His
name,
okay
Too
high
where
I'm
liftin'
and
protein
mixed
in
And
nobody
finna
get
in
his
way,
okay
Got
the
right
dude,
living
like
you
finna
die
soon
Fly
through
like
a
tycoon,
light
through
like
it's
high
noon
Or
the
night
too,
might
move
like
I'm
9'2
This
weight,
heavy,
uh,
heavy,
uh,
heavy,
uh,
okay,
yeah
Momma
that's
him
again
"Mister
make
'em
live
again"
The
world
that
you
livin'
in,
I'm
on
the
whole
other
side
of
the
pendulum
I've
been
Frank
never
been
about
the
Benjamins
If
I
do
brag,
I'ma
brag
how
my
Mrs.
never
misses
And
I
never
had
no
mistresses
Yeah
boy,
ooh,
uh,
ooh,
uh,
ooh,
uh
(talk
your
talk)
Okay,
okay,
yeah
that's
him
again
Trigger
finger
itchin'
for
a
lie
I
can
kill
again
Let
me
cook
boy,
I'ma
need
a
Michelin
Straight
from
the
source
I
don't
need
a
middleman
They
could
put
a
M
on
my
head
like
it's
Michigan
Win
again,
score
after
score,
Hans
Zimmer
playin'
Focus
on
my
riddlin',
I
got
story
after
story,
condominiums
They
send
the
calvary
but
every
weapon
missin'
Him
I
go
to
Calvary
I'm
living
where
the
Spirit
is
Definitive
living
in,
just
look
at
me
and
Jesus
twinnin'
'em
Twinnin'
'em,
finish
each
other's
sentences
Too
many
weak
men
with
a
gym
membership
You
ain't
really
militant
you
just
want
attention
Ooh
(I
surrender
all)
Daddy,
I
love
you
Are
you
saying
that
'cause
I
let
you
get
on
the
song?
(Yeah)
What's
your
favorite
thing
about
God?
That
He
made
you
Singing
my
song,
I'm
just
singing
my
song
Yeah
man,
K
to
the
second
letter
Came
in
this
thing,
I'm
on
'em
early
Pretty
preachy,
pretty
churchy
in
the
temple
like
I'm
Shirley,
yeah,
yeah
Smile,
yeah
you
always
see
my
pearlys
'til
the
day
I'm
at
the
pearly's
Kingdom
stepping
and
it's
sturdy
Listen,
they
gon'
do
you
dirty,
another
rapper
gettin'
pervy
I'm
the
rapper
that
you
need
when
your
home
is
gettin'
buried
I'm
like
Curry
droppin'
30
and
my
30's
need
a
30
for
the
30
Make
a
doc
on
how
your
boy
ain't
got
no
worries,
yeah,
yeah
I
ain't
worried,
yeah,
yeah,
I
know
I'm
wordy,
yeah
If
we
talkin'
Curry,
got
a
Lamb
that
I'm
servin'
pardon
me
I'm
pardoned
by
the
Judge
and
the
jury
punchlines
really
flurry's
Run
to
God
in
a
hurry,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
We
don't
do
Bugatti's,
you
can
keep
the
party
And
my
boo
godly,
a
different
kind
of
hottie
But
I
do
buy
what
she
wore
like
the
Saudis
She
be
wanting
purpose
over
purses,
what
a
calling
Holy,
holy,
make
it
clear
you
know
it's
us
Still
40
deep
and
unashamed
when
we
rolling
up
Childlike
faith,
I
never
changed,
I
ain't
growing
up
I'm
the
brass
of
if
this
is
corny
I
ain't
slowing
up
And
it's
like
that,
yeah,
yeah,
it's
like
that
Yeah,
I'm
like
that,
yeah,
your
boy's
like
that
Is
you
like
that
homie?
Yeah,
I'm
like
that
Yeah,
it's
like
that,
yeah,
yeah
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