Neeks

My fight for creative freedom is more than just rhyme and reason Because my pen changes like seasons and I won't listen to any of your treason Heart on my sleeve but a crown on my head I leave no crumbs where you chase your bread 'Cause I'm cautious, I'll watch where I tread And I'll be on top before they lay me to rest I've been killing time on the sly Living life, getting deep in my feels 'fore I'm lighting up a fire You could never keep my mouth shut like I'm Ye through the wire Each rhyme got the people saying Who dat? Who dat? Brother who dat? Who dat? KaeDee coming through with that boom bap boom bap like Who dat? Who dat? Brother who dat? Who dat? Cuz I'm getting real tired of these neeks Who's that, boom bap, slaps back on the beat KaeDee laying down these rat traps on emcees Caught up in the race, going mad for that cheese I'm a pro in my era word to capital Steez (RIP) If you wanna tap in cool, I pull your card A&Rs wanting no contact with these neeks On the underground still when I spill these lines on tracks where I be Remember I was 23, retail therapy was never on my mind, but I'd wind up in Central I'd see What I wanted Tryna move the needle with my raps g It's funny, getting better when I'm sicker like the vaccine (facts...) Fast forward, crafting my centrepiece Start balling, stunting on my enemies Honestly, paying em no mind, nah I never need So I'm never blue when I see my texts go green I've been killing time on the sly Living life, getting deep in my feels 'fore I'm lighting up a fire You could never keep my mouth shut like I'm Ye through the wire Each rhyme got the people saying Who dat? Who dat? Brother who dat? Who dat? KaeDee coming through with that boom bap boom bap like Who dat? Who dat? Brother who dat? Who dat? Cuz I'm getting real tired of these neeks Tell these rappers shut up with their shutting up And wipe your tears, blame it on some onions they was cutting up Brown but not a doctor, bring the doom to you imposters Still I have you made brother, bring the broom up out the closet Sweeping up the dust I left you in, your wifey let me in She checked me out, accommodated, opened up and checked me in Not surprised you're getting pressed again but I'm just rapping, you're dramatic, I'm surrounded by these thespians (for real?) Yo, doing more, writing less, now I'm recharged Seen a couple rappers getting rated for their weak bars In the AM pen and paper getting polished til it clicks F*ck a PM only Rishi I'm acknowledging is Rish Truss, peace to Liz, but, nah I won't say no more My words'll just go above your head, like the Kohinoor Strike your pens with my bowling ball And split a couple souls like I'm Voldemort I've been killing time on the sly Living life, getting deep in my feels 'fore I'm lighting up a fire You could never keep my mouth shut like I'm Ye through the wire Each rhyme got the people saying Who dat? Who dat? Brother who dat? Who dat? KaeDee coming through with that boom bap boom bap like Who dat? Who dat? Brother who dat? Who dat? Cuz I'm getting real tired of these neeks