Kembe X - Killscope lyrics correction

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[Intro]
Niggas be hating on me, man
I'm just like, look
That shit's not finna lift you up no further (Further)
I don't understand it, but shit, I don't fight against it either
You know, keep it moving, keep it moving, locomotion, mmh
Ayy
You turn the beat up?
Uh, uh

[Verse]
Nigga, I'm tryna live my life 'til it end
Take a tab, take a cap, anything just to bend my mind
On a binge, on a bender from winter to winter
I sin, hope God can forgive my kind
Drunk somewhere I never been
At the wheel with my girl, arguing 'bout how I spend my time
Niggas don't want me to hit my stride
Pray I hit the stage and forget my lines
Woke up, my dick was on cinder (Uh)
Next to some titties from Tinder (Uh)
Smashed and then crashed, I'm a symbol (Yeah)
On Xanny, so I can't remember (Uh)
She not my type, I delayed her
Back all alone like I'm meant to be
Chill with my cig and my Hennessy
Thinking about when shit was simple
Now fake motherfuckers chase cheese like a rat race
I can't straight, everybody in my damn face
What the fuck is they thinkin', Kembe?
These dudes give me that face to get laid down
Laid down on the heated pavement
Out dp, I'm a panther, baby
Let's get rid of them panties, baby
She just waxed, no sandpaper
I'm in there with no swimwear
And I swim fair and my fists gear, I don't stop
Damn, I'ma shave that mop
I'm on the clit, tick tock
These bitches on my cock
They shit fu', rerock
I whip it in the pot
What you tryna do? I got a quiet room and that doorknob got a lock
Back at it, crack addict
Bad habit, fuck nigga, vibe city
Blast at it, fuck with me, ride with me
Know I keep it too real, three hundred, batting average
Flossed up my Ritalin, gonna
I can't be no regular citizen, fuck 'em
I'm busting, I'm taxin', I'm killing they dreams
'Til the government run me my benefits, uh
I'm from the city of wind
Where they fan in the winter 'cause shit is just different
Dipped to somewhere it was sunny
To talk to my buddies, all they name is Benjamin
Primal intentions, do this from my grandmama children just 'cause I resemble them
Sip on this Jack with my uncles
Thinking about when shit was simpler
I got a lot to ponder, my boy
My sun ain't always somber, my boy
I teach you how to chop it, my boy
These bitches can't run me out my joy
I roll down on Crystal, view my cul-de-sac, my happy place
407 as a jit, for Naked Tommy, had a lace
My schedule, she text me I test her, I treat her as lesser
That's why I will never find love in this world, I will break records though
Diss so bad, turn her to a widow
Look at my bars, I'm like, "Ooh, this shit tickle"
Suck on my pickle
I drip drip then I dip dip like the mosquitoes in winter
Bitch

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