DRILLIE EILISH 2
KS
When was the last time I jogged by the river
Hidden emotions made my heart bitter
And how many times have fans asked for bangers I delivered
The list never ending like Christmas
The ends taught me why I should keep my distance
Spuds filled with tension, it's like they're only happy with conditions
Cause they wanna be a part of this
But how can they be a part of this
I set fire to the booth, I'm an arsonist
It's all about me like a narcissist
I'm loved round the gunners, like Arsène is
I've come too far to quit
Come back around, they say karmas quick
They stab me in the back and cut in Grealish
I'm immune to backstabbing, I don't feel it
And the maddest thing is I still keep your secrets
They love dead rappers, they're grieving
I'm timeless and they're seasoned
Bench warmers pop off in pre-season
But Champions League, we don't see them
I'm still brother keeping
And Jesus seeking, repenting daily
Cause heroes need saving and healing
I know about spiritual warfare, battling demons
Demons, they rap capping
If I was you, I wouldn't believe them
I'm too real to pretend, Vidić defend
Circle the ends, Jessica Ennis, I'll hop the fence
Usain Bolt, you know I got legs
I'm tryna see a hundred M's
M's
I'm still the KS, but I went and got hench
Hurting my back, I take a lot off my chest
Everyone's tough till I ask what they bench
They ain't ready for that one yet
They ain't ready for that one yet
I ain't tryna go broke again
And I ain't tryna lose hope again
You know what
What
I gave handouts but they cut me off
I'm an amputee
T
I ain't mad at you, no, I'm mad at me
Tryna work on my core, but I can't do it
With two packs on me and all eyes on me
Or, masked out here like it's Halloween
All for flips without a trampoline
I feel like Grealish, I bagged all three
Walking on bridges, pour gasoline, let it burn
Usher, don't wanna burn in the fire
And get left back like Patrice
Went away for a bit, but I'm back
I can't stutter, missed the lines like I can't read
In Man's City, there's bare jealousy
Man aren't United, there's rivalries
Hit the belly like a fat kid
Grealish, I got free, they thought it was a hat trick
Hat trick
It's by God's grace we don't do magic
All the F I done, surprised they didn't put me on the blacklist
Identities before Catfish
I'm afraid of being stagnant, so I'm always match fit
I can't be Diaby or Wilshere
Break bread with my brother like a will-share
Invest in art like I bought some of Will's shares
I've got goats as peers and they say that I'm cold and clear
Ice Cube, I've been fighting Debos for years
I thank God for grace to wipe away my tears
And fight away all my fears, I'm different
These creps are runaways, they're missing
Still in good condition
The best I've been in, actually, my price is going up, they're bidding
I jogged by the river the other Saturday and I found what I've been missing
I went again the following Saturday, I found my rhythm
My God risen,
Cards for cash, like a ref, they think I do match fix
That's my flow but he can have it
He raps alright, you just gas him
In a little dessert shop in Balham
A little expensive but the interior's patterned
These man rap to buy ice scream Kaspers
Leaving their supporters abandoned
But these actors belong in a cast
They need teaching, belong in a class
But it's calm,
So what Kumar
Only real music's gonna last
I've got 18 on my back and I feel like Scholes
All I hear is KS, you're cold
How come you ain't
But I hear that the most