Kydd Tell Em Lyrics

Look, bitch I hustle in flow, but my name ain't Terrence Howard, Yeah I gamble with this music, but I bet my bottom dollar did it all without diploma's, bitch I've never been a scholar. Now i'm working with my idol's, chopping shit like helicopters. I been froze like ice sickles, i'm too sick for a doctor. I could bully all these rappers, like I stuffed em in a locker. Got the game inside my reach, I won't finish till its conquered. I don't trip off other people cause my footwork's always proper. I was raised to be a simple kind of man, it's just me against the world, with a simple kind of plan. And you know we keep those blunts full of [?] when we face. So when I come around, you know it's a green day. Keep it to myself when you see me rolling by though, head on a swivel when i'm looking for the [?]. I ain't bout to trip over a bitch, unless it's my hoe. Cause if you want that package, then I pack you out, with my smoke. Its Kydd, Bitch. Don't, tell em what you bout, show them what the f*ck you bout. Kydd, don't tell em what you bout, show them what the f*ck you bout. Kydd, don't tell em what you bout, show them what the f*ck you bout. Kydd, don't tell em what you bout, show them what the f*ck you bout. Yeah, I am my brothers keeper, I put that on my soul, its family over everything, I lose my shit and hit your home. I protect by any means, and I provide until i'm gone, if you know just what I mean, then you know where i'm coming from. I ain't no killer, but don't try to take my shit, I work hard for mine, like you work hard for your's. Get the pick, little bitch. Like Micheal Jackson's last tour, this is it. (this is it) i'm evolving everyday, bitch i'm lit. (bitch i'm lit). See I broke off from the flow, now i'm jumping right back on it. I done killed so many beats, you'd think my studio was horny. You can't tell how much I make, cause when I get it, I don't flaunt it, I could buy a jet to fly, and you'd never know I bought it. Boy, this bitches dumb as hell, i'm glad I came up by myself, otherwise I'd probably, believe everything these liars tell. f*ck yourself, and your problems. Misery likes company, and I ain't tryna be miserable, homie. You can't f*ck with me, Its Kydd, bitch. Don't tell them what you bout, show em what the f*ck you bout, Kydd, don't tell em what you bout, show em what the f*ck you bout, Kydd, don't tell em what you bout, show em what the f*ck you bout, Kydd, don't tell em what you bout, show em what the f*ck you bout, Kydd