Kalesalad

(Kalesalad mix it up)

Look in the mirror my chain it be bubblin’

Rakin’ in bands, my bank account doublin’

Authority figures, my issues be troublin’

Ain’t got no girl, no time to be cuddlin’

Up in the mornin’, drivers be shuttlin’

Callin’ a play, my besties be huddlin’

Poppin’ them pills, my mind it be muddlin’

Lit up a link, his blood get to puddlin’

Google drive, my life is backed

Still got that bling, ain’t blowin’ a stack

Ballin’ wit drip, buddy don’t ask

Not wit our gang, you finna get whacked

You in the way, put yo head in a sack

Farmin’ the rice in the field in the back

(Say, “go pick cotton”, masta I ain’t black)

Smokin’ the opps, speak mind and talk smack

Pull up to Element, get in let’s slide

Got a new whip, get it let’s ride

Ain’t scared of no guns, ain’t finna hide

YoungBlood, you mess with me, and then go and lie

Y’all know I ain’t picky, burger with fries

Knowin you shady, got yo bag on the side

Wherever you at, pull you in like the tide

My eyes to small, floss and I’m blind

2.0 Timmy, wow boy you dumb

Playoff king Jimmy, for a ring did he come

Poppin them pills, don’t make me go numb

Living it breathing it, rules of the thumb

Midwest, but I’m breathing West Coast

Smoking yo face like a pot roast

Pop that cork, give us a toast

This dude is dumb, he be yapping the most

Following Scripture, “You shall not boast”

I ain’t gon point out that I do the most

Phantom, Rari, Lambo, Ghost

He run his mouth and he finna get smoke