Here We Go

Through the hard way nigga

Negative, might be

Nigga Z-Ro

What up dog?

What's crackin', brady?

It's boss hog Kyleon, and I'm fuckin' with the king

We 'bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream

I place the order out in Cali' for the PT

We get money while you niggas still asleep, and uh

It's three in the morning, in the kitchen cooking OZ's

Block to bleed, niggas to feed

If I drop' em on twelve, comin' back 21

It's eighty sippers out the book, I move' em one by one

See my hands is fast, my cook game raw

I don't need no pyrex, gimme a coffee mug jar

And I whip it to the left, whip it to the right

Move it all around 'til they cook it airtight

Let it dry, pop it out the jar, straight to the scale

Wrap it up in plastic, straight to the mail

It's boss hogg Kyleon, nigga Mike D

Bleeds the block 'cause I am the streets, nigga

Here we go

Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto

Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes

All we tryna do is keep collecting dough

Go get it, and come back, get that white as snow

Candied doors, yeah they open up and close

Run up on us, bitch you won't run up no more

'Cause we will slide yo' bitch ass across the floor, floor, floor

I know y'all rappers can't stand

The fact that I'm back fresh outta jail

That I'm also focused on nothin' but makin' my mail

Ain't got no time to waste

'Cause the rap game is damn near dead

Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto

Came to raise rap from it's deathbed

Every song they play on the radio is bullshit, homie

Them niggas got they blow up, but we got that good shit, homie

Matter of fact you might even overdose

'Cause I've been known to cause blood clots

I should been known to be a killa, but a bitch nigga I never was not

I've always kept it real, even when everybody around me was fake

They don't make 'em like me no more

My kind don't break under pressure

It's death before dishonor, nigga

So that means before a rat, like Mickey Mouse

I'll be another job for the gravedigger

I ain't going back behind the fences with the razors

If I'm locked up in the penitentiary, I can't make no paper

So the last time I went, was the last time I'm ever gon' be in

Instead of a five by six cell and a big brick home, that's what I live in

Here we go

Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto

Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes

All we tryna do is keep collecting dough

Go get it, and come back, get that white as snow

Candied doors, yeah they open up and close

Run up on us, bitch you won't run up no more

'Cause we will slide yo' bitch ass across the floor, floor, floor

Now every time I ride, I got a pistol on my side

Screwed Up Click until it's over on the Southside

I keep my mind on my money, and my money on my mind

I ain't got no time no play, I'm on a twenty-four hour grind

Haters wanna see me fallin' off of my game

They hatin' 'cause when they see me I'm havin thangs

Dig these blues, if you jack me, I'm jacking you back

24/7 on my clothes, I keep my hand on my strap

See I'm somethin' like a playa, somethin' like a pimp

Gangsta strut on when when I limp like this

Is return of the rapper Slash, the hood fella

Lookin' for a rap to get a groove back like Stella

Still got a sack of that A-1 good yella

With a baby glock, ready to rock up our fellas

Hit me on the celler, ain't a damn thang change

Yeah (you know me) I'm still the drank man and, uh

Here we go

Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto

Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes

All we tryna do is keep collecting dough

Go get it, and come back, get that white as snow

Candied doors, yeah they open up and close

Run up on us, bitch you won't run up no more

'Cause we will slide yo' bitch ass across the floor, floor, floor