Here It Really Is by Kolyon Lyrics
[Intro]
Wooo!
[Verse 1]
You done got a lil’ money, I’m a hoe now
You tell yo’ fans that I’m hatin’ on the low now
Koly speak the truth
I wasn’t a “yes” man, you cut me loose
Without a major deal, a half a million in the booth
I’m the truth and you know it nigga
You used to do the Kolyon way before the Skrilla
I speak facts
It was BOBG, you and Plies gettin’ ‘tached
How the fuck you diss me and motherfuckin’ turn yo’ back?
I ain’t mad but I’m just a lil’ upset (Boy I’m hot)
How you gon’ disown lil’ Florida and think Koly ain’t gon’ check?
Oh I’m a fuck nigga? That’s a bet
Ain’t a nigga in yo’ crew that you ever cut a check
Mmm, I guess I’m hatin’ now
The way I used to fuck with you, they think I’m Haitian now (Sak pase)
Boy that shit was flaw as fuck, instead of straightenin’ it out
Koly P the boss and I’m a problem child
That’s on the real and I’ma speak on how I feel
I don’t give a fuck who don’t like it
‘Cause way before the deal lil’ nigga you was bitin’
When you came asked for steel when yo’ lil’ ass was fightin’?
Never in a million years I woulda known that you ain’t like me
Boy you triflin’
Ask around ‘bout lil’ Mike Lee
You used to wanna be just like me
In the hood everyday posted up just like a white tee
With Sharnice and Shan, and my son, lil’ Migi
My sister stay on 1800, and I was there today
She told me “Nigga sneak dissin’ and you better pray”
Came from the bottom, swear to God, and I’ll never stay
Just bought a AR motherfucker and another K
I hope it ain’t no beef, ‘cause beef is a contact sport
I got blood in my eyes like some contacts boy
Damn my nigga, I hope you blame it on a jigga
Right now the hood ain’t even fuckin’ with ya
And bitch I’m Koly P
[Outro]
Yeah man
Nigga know what time it is dog like...
(Blood of My Brother)
Instead of straightenin’ it boy you know you said some flaw ass shit bruh
Like, like, like, you coulda went at them niggas in St. Louis
You coulda went at them niggas in Atlanta
You coulda went at them niggas in West Bubblefuck, Texas
Why you shoot at home like every pussy nigga ‘round here bruh?
Why home?
I ain’t mad but I’m just a lil’ upset lil’ bruh
Like damn, you know you...
Be careful not to offend the wrong person bruh bruh
I guess you young and wild and don’t give a fuck
And I don’t either now
Wooo!
[Verse 1]
You done got a lil’ money, I’m a hoe now
You tell yo’ fans that I’m hatin’ on the low now
Koly speak the truth
I wasn’t a “yes” man, you cut me loose
Without a major deal, a half a million in the booth
I’m the truth and you know it nigga
You used to do the Kolyon way before the Skrilla
I speak facts
It was BOBG, you and Plies gettin’ ‘tached
How the fuck you diss me and motherfuckin’ turn yo’ back?
I ain’t mad but I’m just a lil’ upset (Boy I’m hot)
How you gon’ disown lil’ Florida and think Koly ain’t gon’ check?
Oh I’m a fuck nigga? That’s a bet
Ain’t a nigga in yo’ crew that you ever cut a check
Mmm, I guess I’m hatin’ now
The way I used to fuck with you, they think I’m Haitian now (Sak pase)
Boy that shit was flaw as fuck, instead of straightenin’ it out
Koly P the boss and I’m a problem child
That’s on the real and I’ma speak on how I feel
I don’t give a fuck who don’t like it
‘Cause way before the deal lil’ nigga you was bitin’
When you came asked for steel when yo’ lil’ ass was fightin’?
Never in a million years I woulda known that you ain’t like me
Boy you triflin’
Ask around ‘bout lil’ Mike Lee
You used to wanna be just like me
In the hood everyday posted up just like a white tee
With Sharnice and Shan, and my son, lil’ Migi
My sister stay on 1800, and I was there today
She told me “Nigga sneak dissin’ and you better pray”
Came from the bottom, swear to God, and I’ll never stay
Just bought a AR motherfucker and another K
I hope it ain’t no beef, ‘cause beef is a contact sport
I got blood in my eyes like some contacts boy
Damn my nigga, I hope you blame it on a jigga
Right now the hood ain’t even fuckin’ with ya
And bitch I’m Koly P
[Outro]
Yeah man
Nigga know what time it is dog like...
(Blood of My Brother)
Instead of straightenin’ it boy you know you said some flaw ass shit bruh
Like, like, like, you coulda went at them niggas in St. Louis
You coulda went at them niggas in Atlanta
You coulda went at them niggas in West Bubblefuck, Texas
Why you shoot at home like every pussy nigga ‘round here bruh?
Why home?
I ain’t mad but I’m just a lil’ upset lil’ bruh
Like damn, you know you...
Be careful not to offend the wrong person bruh bruh
I guess you young and wild and don’t give a fuck
And I don’t either now