No Miming

Lyrics
[Chorus: Karma] Pecknarm, I originated (Know where I'm from) I used to show love in the hood But the love weren't gettin' reciprocated (No, it weren't) Old heads, they manipulated The young ones wanna be affiliated (For starts) I need a bad one that don't mouth in a nice Old house to facilitate in (Yeah, I do) She knows that I'm fully incriminated (Oh man) [Verse: Karma] My guy-guy thought he could side-eye, sad guy, bitch got obliterated (What a dickhead) Niggas talkin' 'bout a brand-new freezer I bought a two tone to refrigeratе in Juice man down like [?] (Splash), shit got me feel' invigoratеd I put my nank in J, got eliminated Believe me, it's not a game that I simulate And I got my freedom, bitch and I'm liberated (Bitch) Gassed up, I'm incineratin' I'll make a nigga burn slow like a cigarette did (Burn him) You know broski's ends too lame when you takin' your stick configurated 'Cah the corn popped out and a nigga made Grab out, hopped out and he figure skated What now? Got him down, now I'm irritated (I got him down) It's rainin', it's pourin' Wet, wet, let me put my more in (Splash) Black boy tourin', I'm big feet gorin' I ride on a ride like a biscuit bored him I jump man like I'm tryna remake Jordans Bro stepped in with some brand new drills Now I'm telling new girl to come meet your informant Raise that, raise that, raise that stizz Ay, raise my pit, I wanna see my portion Four door whip will skrr and skid Bro whip that shit like a wishful [?] (Skrt, skrt) Big, fat tits and her back looks awesome (Big one) [?] make her feel it in her organs (Oh man) Dip in this chocolate, in like Woebers Give her this bud like "Bill it up, gorgeous" (Ay, bill it) Chips get fried in the strip like Walkers (Oh man) Chips get fried in the strip like chicken (Like chicken) My man's want and need borin' quick And he gives this chicken some flavor (Splash) Nandos [?], my rambo sauce is a different flavor (Oh man) Ask my nigga RA or Ranger Had me in the woods doin' up park ranger Pull up on, pull up on a opp like "Hi" Big ramb's on my thigh, wave that, see you later (Ayy) Ye-yeah I rap but I still trap, where you coppin'? My guy sells packs to my neighbor Real bad boy, trap boy got a Maycart Ends too thick, I wanna fly to Jamaica Kayos, real Pecknarm originator I used to show love in the ends But the love I was gettin' showed back was faker [Chorus: Karma] Pecknarm, I originated (Know where I'm from) I used to show love in the hood But the love weren't gettin' reciprocated (No, it weren't) Old heads, they manipulated The young ones wanna be affiliated (For starts) I need a bad one that don't mouth in a nice Old house to facilitate in (Yeah, I do) She knows that I'm fully incriminated
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Credits
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- Karma (Zone 2)