Lyrics: Olatunde Fasheun/Jennifer Noghenekevwe Akpofure
Music: Kion Monsanto
Kyle Richh/Jenn Carter - Misconceptions 2
Damn lil Fckbwoy mane you know that I be killin' shit
Kyle Richh:
Oh he jackin' the realest
He not my bro, he ain't been in no drill
Look around me, I don't know who real
30 on me, I can't get killed
I smile, I don't spread negativity
I don't want you to feel what I feel
Like I got money, they treatin' me differently
Knock on my body, they tryna get rid of me
I go through the most that don't nobody know
Told-told bro that I can't let it show
Like I go up and the jealousy grows
Think to myself if I didn't had bread but she love me and I know the answer is no
Like on black I might spin in a Tec'
Bich I'm a G, n!gga show me respect (Grah)
Jenn Carter:
I don't do much I can step in a what?
Got a magazine, cop me a vest
Turn-turn-turn famous, I'm feelin' rich so it's Dior my fragrance, like
I can see that I made it
I cannot make it till I am the greatest, what
Say she wan' be my twin
I could just tell that she want me to win
I don't want it to end
I bought some ice and I bought it again
She got that spice so she more than a friend, Imma click on my gun till you know what it extend
Do not step on my cuishions
Walk in the spot and I get recognition
Price tags, not in my vision
Grah
Kyle Richh:
And I can't do bad on a mission
Can't leave it no bit of my denim
Two-two deep it's just me and my weapon
Like I'm bustin', itchin' to scorch him
Jenn Carter:
If he runnin', we gon' get him
Tryna flex, 40. bend him
Brodie gon' blow out, poppin' the Stephen
Shoot like Mike, it's Amiri my denim
When you walk, keep your head up
In your songs, watch who you mention
And if you on call then I'm fiendin' to bench him
Kyle Richh:
Like I'm a rapper, I'm still in the trenches
Put the tool in her mouth like a dentist
That bich a thot I can't give her my heart
Jenn Carter:
Like I don't know if we breakin' apart
They think this shit so simple
I can't move without my pistol
Won't tell you that I miss you
But you could see that it's a issue
Chop-chopper ring like a bell, these bullets dismiss you
I ain't no surgeon, but this 40 get to rippin' tissue
I want no strings attached
Not with the chitty-chat
I'm not satisfied, we spinnin' back
Kyle Richh:
If I give you my all, is you givin' it back?
Told bro hard times don't last
2 am, reflectin' my past
Mama said don't forget that I'm blessed
Hit after hit, I just got me a bag(Mama I did it)