Album Cover Karl Kani (feat. Drift, Tru Trilla, Frank Castle & RIQ) [Squeaky Clean Edit]

Karl Kani (feat. Drift, Tru Trilla, Frank Castle & RIQ) [Squeaky Clean Edit]

Trilly Trills

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Uh, connect, politic, ditto

On the grind never online with the info

All my hittas know keep it low like a limboNo communication with the nigga in the middle

Uh, real hittas get it live

Blacking in this Karl Kani

Me against the world like its 95

Blacking in this Karl Kani

From nothing to something my block running

Now the fiends throughout the city yo they keep coming

No more middleman I got the spot jumping

Got the bitches and niggas asking to hold something

I give them nothing hold this you think I′m bluffing

On my grind daily blowing down blue muffin

Politic with the homies and then I keep it trucking

Disrespect in my hood the homies get to busting

A hop, skip, and a jump from waving the pump

Now tell me what you want when we come from the slums uh

Hit heads it'll sound like click clacks

Hittas got the special sauce with them big macs sheeesh

See you tryna be a rap god

I′m the one that's issuing the fatwa

This the ink of a scholar

Betting on Black I'm spending the Trill Dollar (hold up)

Who′s the baddest I see the status is up in the air

These cowards watching my pockets because it′s nothing in theirs

Look in their eyes nothing but fear suckers is

Lot of cappin but that's what happens when fucking with squares

You so bitch, you smoke dick, you just mad cause you know Drift do dope shit

Sending clowns on an early date to the pearly gates

See this 38 and wipe the smile off your dirty face

Uh, connect, politic, ditto

On the grind never online with the info

All my hittas know keep it low like a limbo

No communication with the nigga in the middle

Uh, real hittas get it live

Blacking in this Karl Kani

Me against the world like its 95

Blacking in this Karl Kani

050 militia anunnaki elixir

Colloidal silver monatonic gold dripper 7K the picture

Hip Hop mercenaries

Eight bar verse shotty burst very deadly

Verbal semi-auto hundred round medley heavy

Shoot up ya stingy bars they rhyme very petty

Respect the upmost

Let it go up close cut throats

Get your throat cut yall burned toast

They all bracing for the God he battle testing aint a sign of fading

Keep gelato in the jars and the broads chasing

Money talk it aint a bag it aint a conversation

Tryna take mine arms waving no salutation

Board breaking I′m Shaq down in the post paving

Wave making my competition on edge shaking

Heavy on the lead dont stand a chance nigga short with patience

Asap run me my snatch dont have no time wasting

Feel the heat when you walk in our lab

Fire when I lay it down it spark from my pad

Fuck it show em the hammer a Lowes supply ad

Big K on the chest like Karl Kani ad

You rocking with the best

I'm hard when I provide this adrenaline sound

When my blood pressure boil aint no simmering down

I′m tired of that delivery and feminine style

My team solid aint no suckas allowed (050 nigga)