sony by kahri! Lyrics
{Intro}
This cop-
What? [x15]
[Verse 1]
I used to be Goldilocks then I chopped the golden
(Bald now nigga)
From the basement to foley over the vocals
Since I've been sitting on music I'm useless
Baby steps, baby don't push me, I'm cushioned
No Kubrick, this moon's true and I'm proving it
I'll sock a nigga if he tell me put a shoe in it
Bitch I'm a shoo-in, I'll show you niggas I'm used to it
I can't toe no line, I'm 'bout to put my foot in it
Getting bold, getting older
Since all my emulators sat inside a hidden folder
Ain't no getting fourteen back, I mean that
Still I'ma write until I get my fucking teens back
[Refrain]
-like an artist to just critique their work to the point of absolutely no fucking redemption
But, even though it's a rite of passage it doesn't mean it's healthy, you know?
(-talking about, where's the album?)
Like the feeling you first get when you create something and it makes you feel like you're being heard
[Verse 2]
This server's never down bitch I ain't Sony
You won't ever see me smile cause I ain't phony
I can't let you walk a mile, you don't even know me
Black boy, white body, bitch I'm Sammy Sosa
I'm hitting homers, you'd never even fucking know it
I'm unimposing, a polo, a blue and brown Jansport, I'm Yeezy
But in the back like Kelly Rowland
My synths ain't cracked bitch, they just stolen
No Rolands, wack like Joe Rogan
Body issues
Big T on my back like Jesus
Off white air one, mad creases
I bet these niggas ain't ready when I'm sure of myself and start dressing on stage like Venus
Beat face or a ski mask
I can't let these niggas even know it's me, woe is me
(You can't but my pride)
(You said what you wanted to say and you had-)
[Verse 3]
I don't tote
Keep a pen, I put ink to niggas like stick and poke
I treat a Bic like a 44, let the clip unload
You Scribblenaut ass niggas licks be digital
One click, empty his cart, bitch I'm original
I'm- (Hanging on)
Beats are point blank and subliminal
I wanna be a rapper who's active but stay invisible
Nobody's even close to me, we supposed to be invincible
These niggas too pussy belong on noah's ark
Heartstopper, got the drop on niggas like Owen Hart
I show a cracker no backing down, bitch I'm Rosa Parks
You got a shotty, then show me nigga I'm quoting you
That second amendment don't mean shit to me, I'm bulletproof
Pull the carpet out from under these Joy Villa ass niggas, this pen to pad will make a coon hula hoop
Right's triggered when I shoot
Left stick will make 'em move
Wipe the card on your PS2
[Outro]
No- absolutely no regrets, absolutely no changes, no edits, to that raw art
This cop-
What? [x15]
[Verse 1]
I used to be Goldilocks then I chopped the golden
(Bald now nigga)
From the basement to foley over the vocals
Since I've been sitting on music I'm useless
Baby steps, baby don't push me, I'm cushioned
No Kubrick, this moon's true and I'm proving it
I'll sock a nigga if he tell me put a shoe in it
Bitch I'm a shoo-in, I'll show you niggas I'm used to it
I can't toe no line, I'm 'bout to put my foot in it
Getting bold, getting older
Since all my emulators sat inside a hidden folder
Ain't no getting fourteen back, I mean that
Still I'ma write until I get my fucking teens back
[Refrain]
-like an artist to just critique their work to the point of absolutely no fucking redemption
But, even though it's a rite of passage it doesn't mean it's healthy, you know?
(-talking about, where's the album?)
Like the feeling you first get when you create something and it makes you feel like you're being heard
[Verse 2]
This server's never down bitch I ain't Sony
You won't ever see me smile cause I ain't phony
I can't let you walk a mile, you don't even know me
Black boy, white body, bitch I'm Sammy Sosa
I'm hitting homers, you'd never even fucking know it
I'm unimposing, a polo, a blue and brown Jansport, I'm Yeezy
But in the back like Kelly Rowland
My synths ain't cracked bitch, they just stolen
No Rolands, wack like Joe Rogan
Body issues
Big T on my back like Jesus
Off white air one, mad creases
I bet these niggas ain't ready when I'm sure of myself and start dressing on stage like Venus
Beat face or a ski mask
I can't let these niggas even know it's me, woe is me
(You can't but my pride)
(You said what you wanted to say and you had-)
[Verse 3]
I don't tote
Keep a pen, I put ink to niggas like stick and poke
I treat a Bic like a 44, let the clip unload
You Scribblenaut ass niggas licks be digital
One click, empty his cart, bitch I'm original
I'm- (Hanging on)
Beats are point blank and subliminal
I wanna be a rapper who's active but stay invisible
Nobody's even close to me, we supposed to be invincible
These niggas too pussy belong on noah's ark
Heartstopper, got the drop on niggas like Owen Hart
I show a cracker no backing down, bitch I'm Rosa Parks
You got a shotty, then show me nigga I'm quoting you
That second amendment don't mean shit to me, I'm bulletproof
Pull the carpet out from under these Joy Villa ass niggas, this pen to pad will make a coon hula hoop
Right's triggered when I shoot
Left stick will make 'em move
Wipe the card on your PS2
[Outro]
No- absolutely no regrets, absolutely no changes, no edits, to that raw art