KIL
Telephone
(KiL - Verse 1)
Cause I always wanted speed racers
For Petes sake
I been at grind like the gadgets
In the back of the Roley wanted keepsakes
For all of my time that I spent
In the the mannequin section
Off the mall trying be faithful
I'm losing my mind ain't find
Still trying to get back
To my positive thoughts
Just a little piece of wind down
N***a roll it up
Ima pass in minute lemme hold in the puff
Or when I get glad that the police in cuffs
Or maybe when Jas start showing me love
The winter gets busy
When the snow in the bluff
When a n***a get jiggy
For the hoes in the club
Throwing out 1s for the fuck it
It don't mean nothing
I got on because of
To get out my city and show I'm the one
Do it feel better still
Knowing that u holding me down
Instead of holding me up
Two eighty eighty on my dome
I been thinking bout loading the gun
Just to blow out the thoughts
Im alone in the car ...
I'm in zone with the slug
She just try to get high
Not know I'm the drug
Give a little piece of mind
When she read the fine print
Not showing Ima calm down
When the pine lit
Let my mind spin
It don't been 59 level damn times
Fate tried
But likely I done been
Signed in
Finally ... flexing
It'd a been best if
You had stayed bestie
But you in the section
Trying to straight sex me
All on my line trying to get elected
Calling my phone
Cause you hate texting
And she face time
She want to be nasty
I'm going be there
Just give me one second
How it is my section
You felt it under your skin
Yo complexion
Best of the best ...
The test of the test
I don't know k & slime
Got the vest just for protection
When I step in case
N***as wanna get elected
For rest when
& she face time
She want to be nasty
I'm going be there
Just give me one second

(Chorus)
I been out these street
El & woo in the back & I'm bout it bout
To be selling two for the cash
& if u minus the problems yea we
Still broke but we fabulous
Ghetto as can be
We Tell em FUCK em & laugh

(KiL - Verse 2)
A n***a need life, Right
Damn
I'm about die from that Nicotine
She be mean like god damn
Be nice cool down
I been psycho Dramamine
Dammit you ain't right
You need more oil on it baby
Glaze down like it Krispy Kreme
I don't do fighting
I'd rather just bite like Mike
That tight son it make me scream
& she be being like
I could bad on my own n***a
I don't need help , my God I'm with out funds
Try to tell em leave me alone bitch
I been damn fine
Switching sides like a dotted line
Spilling all types of my soul shit
Homie let go I'm fighting
Inditement trials
Sipping that lightning with Vicodin
Shit I'll just sip ice with the cyanide
(Chorus)
I been out these street
El & woo in the back & I'm bout it bout
To be selling two for the cash
& if u minus the problems yea we
Still broke but we fabulous
Ghetto as can be
We Tell em FUCK em & laugh