New Kung Fu Kenny Ain't nobody prayin' for me Y'all know, what happens on Earth stays on Earth Here we go! I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck I don't give a, I don't give a, I don't give a fuck I'm willin' to die for this shit I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit D.O.T. my enemy, won't catch a vibe for this shit, ay I been stomped out in front of my mama My daddy commissary made it to commas Bitch, all my grandmas dead So ain't nobody prayin' for me, I'm on your head, ay Thirty millions later, know the feds watchin' Auntie on my telegram, like, "Be cautious!" I be hangin' out at Tam's, I be on Stockton I don't do it for the 'Gram, I do it for Compton I'm willin' to die for this shit, nigga I'll take your fuckin' life for this shit, nigga We ain't goin' back to broke, family sellin' dope That's why you maney-ass rap niggas better know If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy They won't take me out my element Nah, take me out my element I'm allergic to a bitch nigga, ay An imaginary rich nigga, ay Seven figures hold that slimmer than my bitch figure, ay Goin' digital and physical on all y'all, ay Bunch of criminals and money in my phone calls, ay We okay, we let the A1 fly Relocate, jump on the same G5 Checkin' for me heavy 'cause I go yeah, I go yeah They never been ready—yeah, I know yeah, know yeah 100K spread 'cross the floor, 'cross the floor, yeah None of y'all fuckin' with the flow yeah, the flow yeah Years in the makin', and don't y'all mistake it I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' about races You know this'll never be a tie, just look at they laces You know careers take off, just gotta be patient Mr. One through Five, that's the only logic Fake my death, go to Cuba, that's the only option If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy They won't take me out my element Nah, take me out my element Damned if I do, if I don't Goddamn us all if you won't Damn, damn, damn, it's a goddamn shame You ain't frontline, get out the goddamn way Niggas thought they wasn't gonna see me, huh? Niggas thought that K-Dot real life Was the same life they see on TV, huh? Niggas wanna flex on me and be in L.A. for free, huh? Next time they hit the 10 freeway, we need receipt, huh? 'Cause most of y'all ain't real Most of y'all gon' squeal Most of y'all just envy, but jealousy get you killed Most of y'all throw rocks and try to hide your hand Just say his name and I promise that you'll see Candyman Because it's all in your eyes, most of y'all tell lies Most of y'all don't fade, most of y'all been advised Last LP I tried to lift the black artists But it's a difference between black artists and wack artists If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy (It's the one and only, the world's greatest, the Kid Capri) If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy They won't take me out my element Nah, take me out my element