» verse 1
They said if I rap, I could quit my side hustles
growing like a muscle, pushin up on whack rappers
aqui es C.KhiD, Mira mira Ben Aqui
mi nombre es equal aqui a Costa Ric
» chorus 1 (sampled)
» verse 2
They call me C.KhiD
they cannot kill how i'm i'm Dreaming
ever since young, i was hungry currency scheming
beamin.... on a million of them sweet peas
green things, dead ps, scrilla, the dolla biller
all these rappers Gs, I'll sell bananas to guerillas
if there something real to sell, i will be your dealer
like hosts... at vegas tables, lemme get yo chips
the best off rip when I let the flows drip
vocabulary ill, I mean terminally sick
(achoo) if you knows a hater tell them blow my dick
and chicks... equal.... if the kid is ridin solo
if you eat the chocolate something inside like Rolo
i'm oh-so, no do-do, get birds from popeyes
That's the only bird i might eat the thighs
Love girls with eyes like doctors that sell glasses
dimples in the cheeks.. never on the fat masses
» chorus 2 (sampled)
» verse 3
cash aint nothing but paper with a face
of white men to let u know who runs the game
it's deeper than the spending but pretending, lets ignore
the fact they won't let you have it all without war
monopoly.. i'm probably...... addicted to the game
hearing my song say C.KHiD if you feel the same
i'm' simp'a'ly insane like a chicken wit no brain
dont know how to stop, my legs running to the fame
i'm born.. like babies... oh yes, I do's it
how about you? yeah homie, then proves it
I gotta get mine, anything less is stupid
i just killed the rap game, all of y'all get suited
rap lyrics legendary, show love like february
October flow I got rappers gettin hella scary
Bay to the Town.... The H to the D
Carolinas both sides to the NYC... show me love
» chorus 3 (sampled)
» verse 4
I got fans like churches in the summer with no windows
got some old girls that wanna blow me like nintendo...games
old school to new, gotta respect me
buying me new nikes is the only way to check me
i'm hot.. like ovens... when the winter going on
and you aint got hot air like completely drowned lungs
kick game nice, got the David Beckham closet
i'm on like a faucet, i predict it like a Prophet
hear my raps, tell-a-friend, I come through ya ears
funny thing, i tell that line 20 times a year
and still nobody get it, but guys just press pause
girls if you get it, sorry if I dampered draws
punch after punch, beat a brain with my lines
if not in top 10s, must be out yo mind
please catch up, yeah the hook so heinz
move forward buying my CDs or press rewind
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Song Credits
written by:
C.Khid
year written:
2010
artist(s) featured:
C.KhiD
instrumental by:
Bravestar Beats
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