Текст песни Major Distribution - KELLIYON

Okay, listen Kelly season is approaching
Platinum on the wall like it's supposed to
Stay golden like I stay in Oakland
Dirty 30 on me it's a token
Not a weapon just a lawyer
I'm hoping they won't take a hold of all of my holdings
That's some broke shit that's part of my old days
Yeah, ayy, back to basics and I'm back to old ways
Heating up a heart is cold like Rod Wave
All I do is ride around with Colgates
Why
Cause niggas talk shit until it's too late
Sharing walls like you stay with roommates
All you rappers fake cap and fugaze
All you rappers gone instinct like Blu-rays
All these rappers fruity like a blueberry
All these rappers better with a suitcase
Ask me why I always pack the toothpaste

All the squad chilling smoking lala
Speech robotics, straight out Futurama
Hyperbolic, people think I'm loco
This year I got them in the chokehold
Fuck around, find out pretty quickly
No bricks, shout out to Chris Brickley
Revving up the Vette in the 6th speed
Left the barber cleaned up with a crispy
Woah, hey
Distribution, police wanna frisk me
Hoes come back and forth like frisbees
All I do is rap, fuck and mix beats
All they do is fumble bags, 200 mils
Just like I play for the Grizzlies
You went to the top, you ain't see me, you missed me
You went to the top, you ain't see me, you missed me
Yeah
It's just a, it's just a mixtape, you know

Yeah