Mislead by Kidd Kidd Lyrics
[Hook: Kidd Kidd]
I told my son; don't you be a follower be a leader
The devil behind you, trynna mislead ya
Tell em you gonna make it, they don't believe ya
And when ya run out of paper, they gonna leave ya
But when you come up, all these chicks catch amnesia
Don't judge a book by the cover, go be a reader
See everybody shining for the wrong reason
You don’t need diamonds for them to see ya
Share me your pain, as I pour out my soul
Get me a heart I trash it, like it's gold
[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
Ain't no hate there, but I’m playing my role
Like a trap they cut them down as I role
I've been popping since 2004, squad mixtape was dropping I was out on the road
Came back i was still selling rocks at the store
Saying that it was rap money, couldn't let nobody know
To ashamed saying I wasn't getting paid
‘cuz my dogs would be like what the heck homie you with Lil Wayne
Guess he playing you because baby did him the same
But I’m seeing the bigger picture in a much larger bigger frame
Nobody knew the face, but people knew the name
Before I was Kidd Kidd, it was Peanut flame
That's how I was introduced to this rap game
When people started compare us, that when things changed
Started looking at me like competition, how you pissed when I’m the one with no parkapision
Fast forward to '09, it was no squad, we dropped 'Mrs Officer' felt like old times
Hurricane hit my people, stranded in the eight
You left me out the video, yeah, I feel played
I guess I’m wrong, I tried to hit you on the phone, you ain’t get on
This ain’t a diss song, this just what the people want to hear from me
For everybody asking, why I ain’t with "Young Money"
[Hook: Kidd Kidd]
I told my son; don't you be a follower be a leader
The devil behind you, trynna mislead ya
Tell em you gonna make it, they don't believe ya
And when ya run out of paper, they gonna leave ya
But when you come up, all these chicks catch amnesia
Don't judge a book by the cover, go be a reader
See everybody shining for the wrong reason
You don’t need diamonds for them to see ya
Share me your pain, as I pour out my soul
Get me a heart I trash it, like it's gold
[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
Fifty came a couple of years ago
Had the whole city thinking I was gonna blow
After getting’ shot up, tell the world what i told
How can i go to tell my mamma, that I was still broke
I was on power season 2 episode 4
Had my son there with me, cheering me on go
I performed ejected with Lil Wayne
The budget he said you had for it, it never came
But I wasn't trippin’, ‘cause it was real
Got locked up for XXL, you payed the bail
Found out I had to pay you back, like oh well
God damn 50 Grand, you ol' millionaire
I could pay you out my own pocket, I’m a hustler
You ain’t bout to do me like Yayo and Young Buck n Em
We did two EP's and I wasn't payed for it
Cause being with the Unit, it was greatful for it
But I can't ignore it, I saw what was going on
Guess I gotta do shit on my own
Hot 97 freestyle, flex dropped the ball
Cosmic Kev freestyle, showed I was ready
I dropped unquestionable, you ain’t even post my shit
You was too busy being petty, let me get me, you rich already
[Hook: Kidd Kidd]
I told my son; don't you be a follower be a leader
The devil behind you, trynna mislead ya
Tell em you gonna make it, they don't believe ya
And when ya run out of paper, they gonna leave ya
But when you come up, all these chicks catch amnesia
Don't judge a book by the cover, go be a reader
See everybody shining for the wrong reason
You don’t need diamonds for them to see ya
Share me your pain, as I pour out my soul
Get me a heart I trash it, like it's gold
I told my son; don't you be a follower be a leader
The devil behind you, trynna mislead ya
Tell em you gonna make it, they don't believe ya
And when ya run out of paper, they gonna leave ya
But when you come up, all these chicks catch amnesia
Don't judge a book by the cover, go be a reader
See everybody shining for the wrong reason
You don’t need diamonds for them to see ya
Share me your pain, as I pour out my soul
Get me a heart I trash it, like it's gold
[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
Ain't no hate there, but I’m playing my role
Like a trap they cut them down as I role
I've been popping since 2004, squad mixtape was dropping I was out on the road
Came back i was still selling rocks at the store
Saying that it was rap money, couldn't let nobody know
To ashamed saying I wasn't getting paid
‘cuz my dogs would be like what the heck homie you with Lil Wayne
Guess he playing you because baby did him the same
But I’m seeing the bigger picture in a much larger bigger frame
Nobody knew the face, but people knew the name
Before I was Kidd Kidd, it was Peanut flame
That's how I was introduced to this rap game
When people started compare us, that when things changed
Started looking at me like competition, how you pissed when I’m the one with no parkapision
Fast forward to '09, it was no squad, we dropped 'Mrs Officer' felt like old times
Hurricane hit my people, stranded in the eight
You left me out the video, yeah, I feel played
I guess I’m wrong, I tried to hit you on the phone, you ain’t get on
This ain’t a diss song, this just what the people want to hear from me
For everybody asking, why I ain’t with "Young Money"
[Hook: Kidd Kidd]
I told my son; don't you be a follower be a leader
The devil behind you, trynna mislead ya
Tell em you gonna make it, they don't believe ya
And when ya run out of paper, they gonna leave ya
But when you come up, all these chicks catch amnesia
Don't judge a book by the cover, go be a reader
See everybody shining for the wrong reason
You don’t need diamonds for them to see ya
Share me your pain, as I pour out my soul
Get me a heart I trash it, like it's gold
[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
Fifty came a couple of years ago
Had the whole city thinking I was gonna blow
After getting’ shot up, tell the world what i told
How can i go to tell my mamma, that I was still broke
I was on power season 2 episode 4
Had my son there with me, cheering me on go
I performed ejected with Lil Wayne
The budget he said you had for it, it never came
But I wasn't trippin’, ‘cause it was real
Got locked up for XXL, you payed the bail
Found out I had to pay you back, like oh well
God damn 50 Grand, you ol' millionaire
I could pay you out my own pocket, I’m a hustler
You ain’t bout to do me like Yayo and Young Buck n Em
We did two EP's and I wasn't payed for it
Cause being with the Unit, it was greatful for it
But I can't ignore it, I saw what was going on
Guess I gotta do shit on my own
Hot 97 freestyle, flex dropped the ball
Cosmic Kev freestyle, showed I was ready
I dropped unquestionable, you ain’t even post my shit
You was too busy being petty, let me get me, you rich already
[Hook: Kidd Kidd]
I told my son; don't you be a follower be a leader
The devil behind you, trynna mislead ya
Tell em you gonna make it, they don't believe ya
And when ya run out of paper, they gonna leave ya
But when you come up, all these chicks catch amnesia
Don't judge a book by the cover, go be a reader
See everybody shining for the wrong reason
You don’t need diamonds for them to see ya
Share me your pain, as I pour out my soul
Get me a heart I trash it, like it's gold