Lyrics
Kanne kanne kanne... kanne...
Inga... nan vazha mudiyatha.?
I ain't never had a moment of peace
Told me death always been a cousin of sleep
So I grind till the sun raise up, get the cake up
Till I get a taste of something overly sweet
Head straight from the bottom to the obelisk peak
I beat the odds and they owe me the sweeps
That's the life I live and the price I bid for the bag and
The bragging rights to these streets
The funny part is when the money get thick
The circle get slim and loyalty shift
I don't know who I can trust in my amidst
So I keep a close watch and slugs in my clip
They plan, everybody want to see me slip but
I got a couple hitters and thugs in my clique
Never know who might flip so the weight on
My wrists getting heavy on me now
I might be losing my grip if I'm tripping
They don't know the half of it
Every King at a jungle got a snake in the grass coming
Even your day one's counting your blessings and
Wait until you see the last of them
They say I'm paranoid ain't no reason to be this obsessed homie
But they don't know how it feel to wake up with
The AR up in the back of your chest homie
So, I keep an eye open, my head on the swivel
I will never ever them see me sweat
Only God know if I meant to survive through
The shroud of my enemy's threats
Bet you I come out on top aint come
This far to just plummet from off the Apex
Bruh up next, foot on their necks
Now I know fear is just part of the path to success
Roc. Roc. Roc. Roc, Roc
I look at the world and all I see
The labels that they put on me
All I hear is a bunch of noise
And these voices got me paranoid
I look at the world and all I see
The labels that they put on me
All I hear is a bunch of noise
And these voices got me paranoid
Got to get it on you got a choice
I gotta spit till I ain't got a voice