The Bootleg Kev Cornerstone

It’s Callie the shit you click

The punching bag yeah, that is your lick

While growing up I saw my dad take sips

And traded it all for liquor

So now a drunk in a bar, that’s a father figure

My fam of bottom feeders we eat off the ground

So any crumb in this coming your way, we sweeping out

Been around in the town and the with all the windows tinted

Them knows the seed of women in it

My team

I’m killing anything I’m touching like the hand of death

Bitches wanna my ear, like

I can’t confess a walking church, in and my sweater

My head is the kids is sweating

They burn me up in my stomach like fucking indigestions

They wanna ask who I’m feeling in I’ma skip the question

Just like I did the half of bitches listen sessions

Can’t remember the last rapper I’ve been impressed with

The only youngers I pump are Yella, Krit and Kendrick

Yeah, but enough about me

Let me mention all the one that doubt me

The one who see me buzzing and they come around me

I ain’t nothing but some buzzers get the fuck from round me

Had a homie that matter to me get rather phoney

He heard Rojas is coming, he stuck his hand up to me

Like a ATM, to get the cash out of me

And when I’m telling him no, he started acting funny

Yeah, fuck it, another lesson learnt

People think my generosity what they deserve

If you do want others what you get in return

Then your mother should have swallowed the sperm

I was born on a bad sign, in the aura I was baptized in

Bad times is all that come and coming

Treat the family

You people doing them numbers, my people number countries

Yeah, 8 girls, I hit a couple of them,

They big a hole to me,

Ain’t no getting emotionally attached,

Cause ain’t nobody holding me back,

I don’t over react

I’m a and from a city… typical

So all the shit that is stressing you more than trivial

My people want me to win, I’m who they living through

Dough pedalist, they hoping that I’ma blow

They get them tax free dollars and no benefits

They focusing on the media needs,

And if they see the judge

To finish up the sentence with

But all y’all wanna see is the media see

Sitting him up hitting the sirens on him

Watching the type of torture

And so we live for today, day, we die tomorrow