You Heard by KIL Lyrics
[Verse 1: KIL]
Never been a beggar always been a trend setter
Life's a bitch, been a minute since I met her
Skated down main roads sipping Arizona tea
Phony rappers making paper because making lies are free
Killing more rappers than makers at winery's
I tell em stop, cops looking for your pops
See him drunk as fuck but you see 'em let him off
That's the reason youngins destroying their inner thoughts
I don't give a fuck I call em all out
Bitches start to like me when a K on my follower count
The game, starting to feel migraines from it
I'ma be the prince of rap till my reign plummet
She say she a fan but just bump to 1 track
She say it's cuz some are too whack
Although I don't know how long this flow will last me, shit
I scoff in her face, proceed to ask the bitch
[Hook 4x:$ensei Neo]
Have you heard, have you, have you, have you heard?
[Verse 2: Sid Nair & KIL]
I was walking through the campus
Socks off, barefoot, minus the camp and it's just us
Nair on the AMG shit we don't fuck with nobody else
I mean, I mean it's just us
She might not fuck with me anymore, but her mom still think I'm the motherfucking best
They asked if she's a part of my life I said nah
They fucked with me when my last name Nair not Gop
(Just stop)
So goodness goddamn do I dare to attest
Hold up this is my story, my shit (my shit) AMG my squad my clique, my clique
This my sound you heard? (You heard)
From the top of my lungs, to the bottom of the basement
The type of shit when you hear you sit back and cry in amazement
Outta school but I still got class
Waiting for a Christian girl, she at mass
Bumping our shit in the car, key on the dash
No need to ask bars are the only thing that I have
Spittin' this shit while she lie in the grass
Snakes in my lawn I gotta roll over them
Snakes in my lawn I gotta roll over them
(KIL)
Skating with Sid we boutta roll over them
Don't fuck with me now, I'm passed this shit
I scoff in her face, proceed to ask the bitch
[Hook 4x]
[Verse 3: KIL & Sid Nair]
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my God damn,(oh my god damn!)
My words so complex, it's driving them crazy like a mental asylum
Their big break is when my pencil go silent
They lookin' at me tell me I am the man
Bitch I know but wha- what is the plan if you ain't taking glory what's to they they don't understand oh no no
They can't help but to hand me my props
They lying like a crack fiend screaming the rocks planted by cops
I been cooking up tracks but that ain't ya business
They say I had no gift since last Christmas
I'm flexin' on the people that said Sid ain't shit
I'm flexin' on the people that said Sid ain't shit
Run it back boy you gon' treat that shit? The music, the medicine hoping you don't get sick
I been cooking up tracks but that ain't ya business
They say I had no gift since last Christmas
I know you ain't hip to this shit but I'm teaching and class is dismissed
I can't help myself but to ask the bitch
Never been a beggar always been a trend setter
Life's a bitch, been a minute since I met her
Skated down main roads sipping Arizona tea
Phony rappers making paper because making lies are free
Killing more rappers than makers at winery's
I tell em stop, cops looking for your pops
See him drunk as fuck but you see 'em let him off
That's the reason youngins destroying their inner thoughts
I don't give a fuck I call em all out
Bitches start to like me when a K on my follower count
The game, starting to feel migraines from it
I'ma be the prince of rap till my reign plummet
She say she a fan but just bump to 1 track
She say it's cuz some are too whack
Although I don't know how long this flow will last me, shit
I scoff in her face, proceed to ask the bitch
[Hook 4x:$ensei Neo]
Have you heard, have you, have you, have you heard?
[Verse 2: Sid Nair & KIL]
I was walking through the campus
Socks off, barefoot, minus the camp and it's just us
Nair on the AMG shit we don't fuck with nobody else
I mean, I mean it's just us
She might not fuck with me anymore, but her mom still think I'm the motherfucking best
They asked if she's a part of my life I said nah
They fucked with me when my last name Nair not Gop
(Just stop)
So goodness goddamn do I dare to attest
Hold up this is my story, my shit (my shit) AMG my squad my clique, my clique
This my sound you heard? (You heard)
From the top of my lungs, to the bottom of the basement
The type of shit when you hear you sit back and cry in amazement
Outta school but I still got class
Waiting for a Christian girl, she at mass
Bumping our shit in the car, key on the dash
No need to ask bars are the only thing that I have
Spittin' this shit while she lie in the grass
Snakes in my lawn I gotta roll over them
Snakes in my lawn I gotta roll over them
(KIL)
Skating with Sid we boutta roll over them
Don't fuck with me now, I'm passed this shit
I scoff in her face, proceed to ask the bitch
[Hook 4x]
[Verse 3: KIL & Sid Nair]
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my God damn,(oh my god damn!)
My words so complex, it's driving them crazy like a mental asylum
Their big break is when my pencil go silent
They lookin' at me tell me I am the man
Bitch I know but wha- what is the plan if you ain't taking glory what's to they they don't understand oh no no
They can't help but to hand me my props
They lying like a crack fiend screaming the rocks planted by cops
I been cooking up tracks but that ain't ya business
They say I had no gift since last Christmas
I'm flexin' on the people that said Sid ain't shit
I'm flexin' on the people that said Sid ain't shit
Run it back boy you gon' treat that shit? The music, the medicine hoping you don't get sick
I been cooking up tracks but that ain't ya business
They say I had no gift since last Christmas
I know you ain't hip to this shit but I'm teaching and class is dismissed
I can't help myself but to ask the bitch