Zion Strictly for My F.A.D.E.S by King of Nothing Lyrics
[Verse One]
Ex girl hit me up like “Konnie where the fuck you been---“
Just found out from Sophie we were never really friends---
Got a couple screws loose, take a blues clue from my grin---
Daria on hulu but my boo that looks like (quinn)
Stacy Dash Is still the baddest bitch I’ve ever seen
And niggas still be clueless like my homies Cher and Dee
You want a role model? You should look for Cheryl Tiegs
Cause its only been a year since I only was a teen
I’m Like damn, fade
Hoes scam me like amway
Bought her lobster and steak
FOR A FUCKING HAND J?
(Rachet and yo man clank)
Ass firm as my handshake
Higher than the pyramids
Fuckin’ while we jam frank
Debutants and Clam bakes with the white kids from my youth
Theyre like "why’s he at our party"
Guess I should be in my noose
Tell the truth that shit don’t bother me cause 20 years from now
Still be niggas all in they government and niggas all in they spouse
[Verse Two]
Que pasó chiquito
Solo yo y cabronito
Y tu Chiquita me dijo
Que mi chorizo es rico
Mota en mi churro porque este es mi curo
Y el cuerpo de mi caro es mas grande que toguro
Guey te juro, no quires una problema con mis batos
Si lo haces, ten cuidado o te MATO! MATO! MATO!
Una rubia como la de amigos, sabes Rachel?
Te-te-tetas como scar jo y su culo como yay-lo?
Veo que estas preocupada, que pasa
Tomaste tantas bars pensé que eras abogada
Cómprate un agua
Càlmate, descansa y cuando estas lista, regresamos a mi casa
B---asta
No mames, hay cosas que hacer
Mi equipo es la caca (*chuckles*) no puedes oler?
Oigo cuando hablas yo no puedo endeter
Tan pronto como tu salgas siempre quieres volver
[Verse Three]
TURN THE FUCK UP
OR SIT THE FUCK DOWN
CAUSE WE WONT DROP A BUCK
LESS YOU DROP IT TO THE GROUND
ALL THE FADES BE GOIN HAM
WHEN WE BACON ON THAT LOUD
OFF THAT CRIS
WITH THAT BROWN
TOLD YO BITCH LOOK AT ME NOW
AINT GOT NO CLUE WHAT WE DOIN OR HOW IGNORANT WE SOUND
ALL THE KIDS SUPPORT OUR MUSIC CAUSE THEY THINK WE’RE FUCKING CLOWNS
SOLD OUT SHOWS WHERE COLLEGE STUDENTS CALL US NIGGERS FROM THE CROWD
JUST AS LONG WE MOVE UNITS AND PUT Ms IN OUR ACCOUNTS
FOR THEM CLOTHES THAT YOU CANT COP
AND THEM HOES THAT’S SUPER HOT
AND THEM TRIPS OUT TO THE COAST
WHERE WE GO FOR SHROOMS AND POT
WHACK ASS FLOWS WE USE A LOT
CUT THE GHOST ANOTHER CHECK
IF OUR VOCALS SOUNDIN SHOT JUST USE VOCODERS THEN WE SET
WE LIKE HOE PROTECT YA NECK CAUSE WE SOME BOUT IT BOUT IT Gs
WAY WE DON’T SHOW UP FOR SETS AND THEN BE POUTIN IN OUR TWEETS
EVERY RAPPER THAT WE MEET IS LIKE OUR OLDEST CLOSEST FRIEND
BUT THEM NIGGAS AINT MY BROS
LESS THAT CAP AINT ON THAT LENSE
Alright man, you can go ahead cut the shit. But first, before I call you out, I just want to take a bit to tell you what I think you’re right about. I’ll admit, niggas do drop songs that sound like they don’t have shit to write about. And often on, those niggas aren’t the ones that even write ‘em now! I agree, autotune should fucking go die in a hole… and rappers need to learn some self control, but if you grew up with empty stoves, no hope or heat for when its cold, tell me if you blow you wouldn’t go drop like ten stacks, just on coats! There’s not a person on earth that’s perfect, and if there is, it isn’t you. And calling everything cliché? The most cliché shit you can do. So stop with all the talk! It don’t mean shit, you still got shit to prove! Now show these niggas who the muthafuckin KON is…
…ok, cool
[Verse Four]
Tis the season for the teachings of the pedagogue
What’s the reason niggas even tryna pettifog
Bruh we bout to set it off
Tell me is you ready dawg
Every time we smoke
Mo’ trees than a reddit blog
Prolly rollin’ up a philly and a sweet
Blunts I think I blow about a milly in a week
When your milieu is bleak
Then you gotta bring the heat
Only gold from my mouth, shit its gold in my teeth
Besbelieve a nigga cancerous
Fuckin with me land in m.d. anderson
Like my grandma dem
Scratch that this is haz-mat
Fuck is swag rap? Play my tracks through a gas mask
If I’m not pleased then the cow can’t sing
Niggas lou-sy like the daodejing
If you ain’t about bouts, get up out that ring
3rd coast child AND THE SOUTH MAKES KINGS
All-star team
Same roster since the start
Zion in our dreams living hell is where we are
And I swear it isn’t far bout to reach the other side
Couldn’t stop us if you tried
Even if I gotta die
For the memory of my nigga always cherish what we lost
In your name we go and get it screamin’ muthafuck the cost
Doesn’t matter what it is gotta, man up
Now help me sing the mantra
It go
M two As one B
Mindstate be like FUCK, yall
We are Family
Think we scared of blood? NAH
Ball till we deceased
Then ball in the next world
New Bitch is a beast
Yo but what about your ex girl?
[Verse Five]
I’ll tell you if you want, if you really really want
She was like the spice girl to my spice one
If you fall in love nigga, better choose the right one
Otherwise, take a couple knives 'fo the fight's done
She be bumpin Magna Carta watchin Monty Python (holy grail)
Type of girl that only fucks with the lights on
Told her she was high strung
Gave herself a tune up
She put something nice on
Ego gon balloon up
Pretty young chick with the nonchalance
Skin is sunkissed from the tan salon
Girl I'm not the type of nigga that you cancel on
More like you should grab my dick and put your tonsil on
"Told you I ain't fallin' for her" uh huh, ok
All I wanted was to score, now it's 1-0 bae
Double scotch, when you pour only one O'shea
And keep em comin until i forget that dumb ho's name
Goose and oj
Deuce to gotye
Cause you just somebody I used to know, babe
Niggas smokin Reggie like Kim befo 'Ye
All I ever blow is dro and gold haze
New flows bout old ways
I juxtapose phra-ses
Soley to convey to you my heart's still breakin
When it spills, fill pages of these loose leaf notes
But the only way you take it is to friends when you gloat like:
---
"Yeah, like I'm kind of embarrassed but like, he writes all of song his songs about me, like it's kinda awkward cause he's like sooo obsessed with me but like how many people have a song about them, riiight?"
---
Guess I'm only into girls
That are only into guys
That don't know they're in this world so I always feel lonely when I try
Now my screens all blue cause you don't reply
Heart is too, all alright
I just don't know why
That I can't decide
You aren't worth my time
Ex girl hit me up like “Konnie where the fuck you been---“
Just found out from Sophie we were never really friends---
Got a couple screws loose, take a blues clue from my grin---
Daria on hulu but my boo that looks like (quinn)
Stacy Dash Is still the baddest bitch I’ve ever seen
And niggas still be clueless like my homies Cher and Dee
You want a role model? You should look for Cheryl Tiegs
Cause its only been a year since I only was a teen
I’m Like damn, fade
Hoes scam me like amway
Bought her lobster and steak
FOR A FUCKING HAND J?
(Rachet and yo man clank)
Ass firm as my handshake
Higher than the pyramids
Fuckin’ while we jam frank
Debutants and Clam bakes with the white kids from my youth
Theyre like "why’s he at our party"
Guess I should be in my noose
Tell the truth that shit don’t bother me cause 20 years from now
Still be niggas all in they government and niggas all in they spouse
[Verse Two]
Que pasó chiquito
Solo yo y cabronito
Y tu Chiquita me dijo
Que mi chorizo es rico
Mota en mi churro porque este es mi curo
Y el cuerpo de mi caro es mas grande que toguro
Guey te juro, no quires una problema con mis batos
Si lo haces, ten cuidado o te MATO! MATO! MATO!
Una rubia como la de amigos, sabes Rachel?
Te-te-tetas como scar jo y su culo como yay-lo?
Veo que estas preocupada, que pasa
Tomaste tantas bars pensé que eras abogada
Cómprate un agua
Càlmate, descansa y cuando estas lista, regresamos a mi casa
B---asta
No mames, hay cosas que hacer
Mi equipo es la caca (*chuckles*) no puedes oler?
Oigo cuando hablas yo no puedo endeter
Tan pronto como tu salgas siempre quieres volver
[Verse Three]
TURN THE FUCK UP
OR SIT THE FUCK DOWN
CAUSE WE WONT DROP A BUCK
LESS YOU DROP IT TO THE GROUND
ALL THE FADES BE GOIN HAM
WHEN WE BACON ON THAT LOUD
OFF THAT CRIS
WITH THAT BROWN
TOLD YO BITCH LOOK AT ME NOW
AINT GOT NO CLUE WHAT WE DOIN OR HOW IGNORANT WE SOUND
ALL THE KIDS SUPPORT OUR MUSIC CAUSE THEY THINK WE’RE FUCKING CLOWNS
SOLD OUT SHOWS WHERE COLLEGE STUDENTS CALL US NIGGERS FROM THE CROWD
JUST AS LONG WE MOVE UNITS AND PUT Ms IN OUR ACCOUNTS
FOR THEM CLOTHES THAT YOU CANT COP
AND THEM HOES THAT’S SUPER HOT
AND THEM TRIPS OUT TO THE COAST
WHERE WE GO FOR SHROOMS AND POT
WHACK ASS FLOWS WE USE A LOT
CUT THE GHOST ANOTHER CHECK
IF OUR VOCALS SOUNDIN SHOT JUST USE VOCODERS THEN WE SET
WE LIKE HOE PROTECT YA NECK CAUSE WE SOME BOUT IT BOUT IT Gs
WAY WE DON’T SHOW UP FOR SETS AND THEN BE POUTIN IN OUR TWEETS
EVERY RAPPER THAT WE MEET IS LIKE OUR OLDEST CLOSEST FRIEND
BUT THEM NIGGAS AINT MY BROS
LESS THAT CAP AINT ON THAT LENSE
Alright man, you can go ahead cut the shit. But first, before I call you out, I just want to take a bit to tell you what I think you’re right about. I’ll admit, niggas do drop songs that sound like they don’t have shit to write about. And often on, those niggas aren’t the ones that even write ‘em now! I agree, autotune should fucking go die in a hole… and rappers need to learn some self control, but if you grew up with empty stoves, no hope or heat for when its cold, tell me if you blow you wouldn’t go drop like ten stacks, just on coats! There’s not a person on earth that’s perfect, and if there is, it isn’t you. And calling everything cliché? The most cliché shit you can do. So stop with all the talk! It don’t mean shit, you still got shit to prove! Now show these niggas who the muthafuckin KON is…
…ok, cool
[Verse Four]
Tis the season for the teachings of the pedagogue
What’s the reason niggas even tryna pettifog
Bruh we bout to set it off
Tell me is you ready dawg
Every time we smoke
Mo’ trees than a reddit blog
Prolly rollin’ up a philly and a sweet
Blunts I think I blow about a milly in a week
When your milieu is bleak
Then you gotta bring the heat
Only gold from my mouth, shit its gold in my teeth
Besbelieve a nigga cancerous
Fuckin with me land in m.d. anderson
Like my grandma dem
Scratch that this is haz-mat
Fuck is swag rap? Play my tracks through a gas mask
If I’m not pleased then the cow can’t sing
Niggas lou-sy like the daodejing
If you ain’t about bouts, get up out that ring
3rd coast child AND THE SOUTH MAKES KINGS
All-star team
Same roster since the start
Zion in our dreams living hell is where we are
And I swear it isn’t far bout to reach the other side
Couldn’t stop us if you tried
Even if I gotta die
For the memory of my nigga always cherish what we lost
In your name we go and get it screamin’ muthafuck the cost
Doesn’t matter what it is gotta, man up
Now help me sing the mantra
It go
M two As one B
Mindstate be like FUCK, yall
We are Family
Think we scared of blood? NAH
Ball till we deceased
Then ball in the next world
New Bitch is a beast
Yo but what about your ex girl?
[Verse Five]
I’ll tell you if you want, if you really really want
She was like the spice girl to my spice one
If you fall in love nigga, better choose the right one
Otherwise, take a couple knives 'fo the fight's done
She be bumpin Magna Carta watchin Monty Python (holy grail)
Type of girl that only fucks with the lights on
Told her she was high strung
Gave herself a tune up
She put something nice on
Ego gon balloon up
Pretty young chick with the nonchalance
Skin is sunkissed from the tan salon
Girl I'm not the type of nigga that you cancel on
More like you should grab my dick and put your tonsil on
"Told you I ain't fallin' for her" uh huh, ok
All I wanted was to score, now it's 1-0 bae
Double scotch, when you pour only one O'shea
And keep em comin until i forget that dumb ho's name
Goose and oj
Deuce to gotye
Cause you just somebody I used to know, babe
Niggas smokin Reggie like Kim befo 'Ye
All I ever blow is dro and gold haze
New flows bout old ways
I juxtapose phra-ses
Soley to convey to you my heart's still breakin
When it spills, fill pages of these loose leaf notes
But the only way you take it is to friends when you gloat like:
---
"Yeah, like I'm kind of embarrassed but like, he writes all of song his songs about me, like it's kinda awkward cause he's like sooo obsessed with me but like how many people have a song about them, riiight?"
---
Guess I'm only into girls
That are only into guys
That don't know they're in this world so I always feel lonely when I try
Now my screens all blue cause you don't reply
Heart is too, all alright
I just don't know why
That I can't decide
You aren't worth my time