Chorus

 

I got flows but I’m meant to 

I got shows to attend to 

All my bro’s at the venue 

I got hoes I can vent to 

But I’m a little too choosy 

Your house or the studi 

Bitch, I thought that you knew me 

Ah babes

 

Verse

 

I’m overly focused, I go for G.O.A.T list

Hope nobody noticed, your totally bogus 

Devoting emotion, my flowing is golden

I’m cold like it’s frozen, your hoping im joking 

Oh no, you didn’t know 

Killer that’s Kitch, too rude with the flow 

Play me that beat I’m abusing it bro 

Choosing to bruise it, I’m cruising it though 

Guess who’s back with the fresh new raps 

King of the lab, you’re test tube rats 

Claim you’re a spitter then you best do that 

Can’t keep up then you best move back, like

Keep to the sidelines, this here is my time 

Quick little bye bye, spit like da 5’9” 

Business on my mind, I don’t do shit for the timeline 

I’m not vocal not socials,

I show you what I made on pro tools 

New school yute but I’m old school 

In my ends I’m a mogul

Wait a second no I’m not hold on 

I’m tryna think positive, protons 

I’ve had like five magnums 

I’m tryna be Monica - ‘So Gone’

 

Chorus

 

I got flows but I’m meant to 

I got shows to attend to 

All my bro’s at the venue 

I got hoes I can vent to 

But I’m a little too choosy 

Your house or the studi 

Bitch, I thought that you knew me 

Babygirl, listen

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Verse

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You’re bad like Rihanna, princess like Moana 

But I might not answer, Mary J Blige, please ‘No More Drama’ 

I’m not tryna ‘Runaway Love’ but you’re moving Ludacris 

Watch me ‘Share My World’ coz this is my ‘Breakthrough’ 

Listen what I play you, mixtape one what a great move 

I took a little break but I’m back now

Sat down, background had it all mapped out 

I got a little plan now, still independent

Not even a manager, I’m here for my rap crown 

Give it to me please, I move too clean 

Selfridges no Louboutin’s please 

I care for some Air Force 1, and new blue jeans

That’s my swag when I roll out 

Straight up bars no roll out

Kitch, I don’t do gimmicks, I wrote new lyrics

Too dope that’s no doubt 

Back in the day they picked on me 

Now my hobbies an income stream 

Mention lyricist? Think of me 

Don’t like it you can lick my (shh)

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Chorus

 

I got flows but I’m meant to 

I got shows to attend to 

All my bro’s at the venue 

I got hoes I can vent to 

But I’m a little too choosy 

Your house or the studi 

Bitch, I thought that you knew me 

Bitch, I thought you knew me...

Killa Kitch