Kin’tro

[Intro: Pink Siifu] Aye we open nigga [Verse 1: Pink Siifu] This that "Wanna go get it", can't bat first time, still with it Cuz your players illicit, still playing with it, aw man Y'all God folic, Allah, swear to God they want us dead Get money, stunt on them hoes, get instead real bread Me and Anakin here inching, they ain't picking no cotton on my hand I'm fitted, rash in religion Follow, follow me, tryna be following Mama plead, Papa plead, can't keep battling Come home, broken home, tears following, hoes follow in Hollows peak, that's always something, my nigga always busting Got a demon on her inside, troubled high school Fuck it, we all in here my dogs, this year trouble Got to hustling like Pac moving the dogs, come on it's all here Aw yeah, aw yeah This your kinfolk, juggling fire between rain Better than no type hook, I'm staying next to your widow, I'm out Tryna hear what they talking about Wait, wait, it's like uh I'm tryna hear what they say though [Verse 2: Fly Anakin] Yo yo Yo It's that one of a kind, divine feet planted straight to their grind We still speak but the truth wasn't wine, prey in thin air I start to care for niggas more than self care Into despair and living lies separated the stairs, let's walk up on em I ain't got the whip, today is y'all moment, doggone it I'd never be your opponent, it's us against them Most of what they said is they [?] Still adding up the billy, know it's Mandy with Grim, except them All black, because it's real in the cul de sac The pack wasn't strong, used the .40, making contact They buzzed on my ballsack, pause On the map, the virus attack I fall back on my precipice, laughing Another nigga tryna get the rest of the cash, hoping this stash his for dear life Dear light, have you no advice? Painting till I die and then you cut off my lights But at the end of the night, I'll make it right Put my name on it These things cornered in my psyche, I don't know better I'll go get it, have my face in the cold weather Coast to coast fella, I'm a travelling man The [?] kept the gavel in hand Crawled out from other niggas man, click this, soldiers all with mischief You peeped the [?] it drip drip, karma said "Sniff sniff" Let's it moving, niggas die for this movement I can't lie, I was ruined but the music got me through it I can see now, peace to these Gods and the pound Niggas dyke, why you bopping around? You get shot now [Chorus: Fly Anakin] The store open man, come-come through Yo, yo It's that one of a kind, divine feet planted straight to their grind We still speak but the truth wasn't wine, prey in thin air I start to care for niggas more than self care Into despair, living lies separated the stairs Whoa [Outro: Fly Anakin] I'm tired of sweeping this floor, man It's not it C'mon, let's sell this shit Man, cut that dancing shit out man, c'mon Playing with the broom Sweep or-or fucking work Just got a whole new box of CDs, we got a whole new shipment of joints right now nigga New CDs, we gotta go get the shits-on the floor, c'mon! I know nigga, c;mon! I still gotta get this done! Niggas always playing with me