Free KayMuni

(Archer Hill on this one) When I was a kid I hid guns in my bedroom I was on the block when you was doing the egg spoon Caught that little fucker, left him with a head wound How's he a stepper? He ain't even got leg room I'm head to toe Louis like I'm one of the Neptunes On FaceTime to Snoop and he's calling me nephew Couple million deep and I grind like the rent's due I know you ain't like that, who you tryna pretend to? Cartier bangles and Cartier frames "Rip's" and "Frees" I only see 'em through frames It's part of getting bigger, all of these growing pains They smile in my face, but they been throwing shade I hopped out the coupe they're enraged I'm self-made, self-paid, they're L plates My broski's on L plates, that's stalemates I ain't allowed cellmates I'm high risk The craziest ting about this whole ting bro Is that man got it out the mud bro, really though From the trenches bro, you get me? Full circle bro We started this ting now, we're bringing in the new gen to just kill it How it's supposed to be bro, for real though When I was young I had a dotty with two bells If rap don't work I know food sells My mum and my sister, I only love two girls Cah they're the only ones that I see when I do jail You better tie your shoes up out there, ain't no game Watch gauge for a week bro, and I clocked the whole game I 'on't care what you get bagged for, you don't know Kay Got busy with my shank, copped a tre you had no name Yo I fucked my re, hopped the train for the thousandth time You ever been in jail, found out you running outta time They counted me out, I just told 'em "It's cool though" On the freeze blowing weed, I don't really play pool bro Real back in style, you're the one know the real me My shorty lookin' pretty but my lifestyle filthy You get ten for the mash, get twenty for slappin' it Told S send the bill for the weed I'ma pattern it