Kendall Drive by Shottie (Rapper) Lyrics
[Intro]
“That large green area of South Dade in the center of your screen is the booming new Kendall area.”
[Verse 1]
When Crazy Hood had that shop on Bird
And Rolly Ro had the wrapped van, I was just a rap fan
Half a gram of afghan, riding out to Fat Land
To try to get on the Open Mic, and be a celebrity overnight
I’ve never been on stage before but fuck it, roll the dice
And hope DJ Snow White likes what I perform tonight
Shit, that’ll make my whole night, right?
[Verse 2]
Look, while y’all was bowling at Don Carter’s on Kendall Drive
We were crashing rental ridеs, like we had Nintendo livеs
Before the Grove was gentrified, I was driving a Nissan Sentra
Dominican flag hanging from the rear view mirror
And that wasn’t meant to rhyme, But who am I to censor myself
When I… aww fuck it, let me end this rhyme
(Nah that shit was trash, bro. Nah, I wasn’t fucking with that
Peep this one though.)
[Verse 3]
When Pitbull was rapping like DMX
It wasn’t skateboarding or BMX
It was INP or TNS
And I’m trying to stretch a dime of reggie in this White Owl
A pint of Henny for the night out
Club Space with the lights down
Sucking face with a white gal
Or trying to bring her back to The Hammocks
Or maybe I could finger fuck her at Santa’s Enchanted
(Yo, my homeboy had a girl put her number on a fucking potato he stole from the French Fry stand… true story.)
[Verse 4]
When we was at the Midi making new shit
It was like Gladiator school you couldn’t make excuses
Profiles yelling, but soon as we get in the booth
It’s like we changed to mutants
Shared a battlefield and forged a brotherhood, way past the music
But then I did some flawed shit when you was not around
So if we don’t see eye to eye, I hope we still got Common Ground
(My bad, homie. Can you unblock me now?)
“That large green area of South Dade in the center of your screen is the booming new Kendall area.”
[Verse 1]
When Crazy Hood had that shop on Bird
And Rolly Ro had the wrapped van, I was just a rap fan
Half a gram of afghan, riding out to Fat Land
To try to get on the Open Mic, and be a celebrity overnight
I’ve never been on stage before but fuck it, roll the dice
And hope DJ Snow White likes what I perform tonight
Shit, that’ll make my whole night, right?
[Verse 2]
Look, while y’all was bowling at Don Carter’s on Kendall Drive
We were crashing rental ridеs, like we had Nintendo livеs
Before the Grove was gentrified, I was driving a Nissan Sentra
Dominican flag hanging from the rear view mirror
And that wasn’t meant to rhyme, But who am I to censor myself
When I… aww fuck it, let me end this rhyme
(Nah that shit was trash, bro. Nah, I wasn’t fucking with that
Peep this one though.)
[Verse 3]
When Pitbull was rapping like DMX
It wasn’t skateboarding or BMX
It was INP or TNS
And I’m trying to stretch a dime of reggie in this White Owl
A pint of Henny for the night out
Club Space with the lights down
Sucking face with a white gal
Or trying to bring her back to The Hammocks
Or maybe I could finger fuck her at Santa’s Enchanted
(Yo, my homeboy had a girl put her number on a fucking potato he stole from the French Fry stand… true story.)
[Verse 4]
When we was at the Midi making new shit
It was like Gladiator school you couldn’t make excuses
Profiles yelling, but soon as we get in the booth
It’s like we changed to mutants
Shared a battlefield and forged a brotherhood, way past the music
But then I did some flawed shit when you was not around
So if we don’t see eye to eye, I hope we still got Common Ground
(My bad, homie. Can you unblock me now?)