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Kenny Mason – Give Lyrics

Give By Kenny Mason

Give, give
What would I give?
Give, give
What would I give?

I got battle scars like symbol
You got dark agendas
But it’s not my bidness, carry on
My cherie love the pot
My shit like cherry bombs
My clique don’t carry bombs
The flip at every function
Big scary monsters, flinch
When Kenny come with clips
Like Terrence Thornton
House [?] yet
Is very haunted, big angel shit
Repent and get anointed, bitch
All my boys done been raised by bullies
And greased by bullets
And the neighborhood was bip
Gave out goodies
Got paid in full, a eight full, played out ovens
While everybody who stayed in school ain’t got money
They gon’ call me the GOAT once I hit my time
Once they show me the ropes, I just 6-1-9
‘Cause I can only cope if I spit my minds
I know somebody would call, shawty hit my line
Myself, I keep my nose clean, only smoke weed
My addiction is in between your knees
In addition of gettin’ the most cream, from gettin’ the most streams
Is swimmin’ in your streams
[?] that pussy hit up is on three
Hit it at pro speed
The shit if you don’t sleep
A fit if you want sleep
It’s finna get grown, squeezin’ it, fittin’ it slowly
You finish before me
Ken’ in the pot movin’, similar [?] it’s true but
This shit’ll go down more sinister rose if or when I’m provoked
Pissed up, sendin’ a hoe
It’s hmm, them boys livin’ unlimited, hoe
Big Kenny from Heaven, I’m bitch nigga repellin’
A [?] rippin’ the [?] and shit
[?] seconds that’s it
Let ’em have all this shit
Give ’em a second, I been in the trenches with niggas with weapons
You givin’ impressions, your gimmicks depression
Was feelin’ aggressive, indeed it’s a pression
My mental affected from years of oppression
And livin’ in [?], images, niggas was hesitant
Visitin’ death was as distant as relatives livin’ right next to us
Let me shut the fuck up

Give, give
What would I give?
Give, give
What would I give?

Ayy, ayy, okay
My dawg gon’ make sure them swipes right like Tinder
Nigga I remember, steppin’ back like Kimber
Walk a line, that’s often time enticed by inner shit
I’m dealin’ with ‘nough blood on my hands, already hard to wash off like Hanna
I’m ain’t sayin’ them sinners, to give a fuck my innocence was corrupt by ten
I need to be touched by manners
The swimmin’ in your water, mami you’re my batism
But this shit way more spiritual
Look I ain’t religious but this shit good as fuck
Man I’m strappin’ my pockets but I might shoot it up
Ayy no I’m kiddin’ but toot it up if you with it
The two of us were legit
Might be cool as fuck, don’t forget it our time on this Earth is limited
True enough, we been through enough shit
What I mean, really who the fuck isn’t afraid to provide our minimal ways?
I think the kid is a blessing but I could dig your discretion
We got some problems that’s destined to fuck ’em up if we let us
Oppression, this shit might be the death
Or this is a connection, my stress’ll be premature
But you chose the only C-sections our arguments it get triggered
Use your sex as a weapon and you get fly out the mouth
And that’s when this shit get domestic
And you know I can’t risk that ’cause 12 get dispatched
And pull up on curbs, get to mixin’ words like syntax
When we havz a kid, I wanna be present like gift wrap
And your pretty lil’ face that got me down ’cause I’m 6-LACK
Drunk at the function, I lock and think ’bout it’s just that
I’m pissed, any niggas steppin’ to me wrong, pushin’ shit back
Anybody that’s tryna check me, [?] just a mismatch
Just think of clear this whole party out if it kick back
My cuz keep a big MAC, [?]
I sit back, a street life we deserve for peace
But don’t think shit’s sweet
I’m still observant ’cause I don’t trust shit
But if I wasn’t distant dawg
And that question scare me the most now
But if I change at least, let that shit be for better
My old ways deceased
If I can’t go and I click-clack, release
For Heaven or Hell, what would I-

Give, give
What would I give?
Give, give
What would I give?

Give, give
What would I give?
Give, give
What would I-