Kemba — Kill Your Idols

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Knight in shining armor don’t exist these days
Nigga got bullet proof vests
Niggas go straight for the head
[Why are you like this]
Honesty and honor don’t exist these days
Niggas don’t got no respect
Niggas don’t get no respect

All of your idols were made in a marketing prep
Them niggas hot off the press
I never had a role model my momma ain’t dressed
They never got off the breast
Ironically I got a lot on my chest
Honestly I got a lot of regret
Promise me you’ll try to find me in death

I sell the sound of my sorrows for dollars and cents
Heartbreak and sonder and sex
I put a couple of dollars aside for the set
That’s just a sign of respect
Thought I found solace when Solomon signed me a check
I’m at the side of your neck
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I got grains of my past
This a drink, this a trap
I got angst I got rage
I’m afraid they might clash
I had rocks in my trap house
Baby this is glass
Why you shocked when I lash out
Maybe this effect

I got grains of my past
This a drink, this a trap
I got angst I got rage
I’m afraid they might clash
I had rocks in my trap house
Baby this is glass
Why you shocked when I pad out
Maybe maybe

Superman wear plain clothes
My ops wear uniforms
New apps made new alarms
Cops can’t hear through the phone
Jigga man made changed clothes
I stopped wearing blue velour
Blue state fund coup d’etat
We still made it through the storm
Act a ass act a baboon
Red bottoms no Louis Vuitton
Redenbacher niggas full of corn
Good cops like unicorns
Hit lick then take off
Taped off like move along
Paid off like student loans
Fuck twelve shit moving on

Superman wear plain clothes
My ops wear uniforms
New apps made new alarms
Cops can’t hear through the phone
Jigga man made changed clothes
I stopped wearing blue velour
Blue state fund coup d’etat
We still made it through the storm
Act a ass act a baboon
Red bottoms no Louis Vuitton
Redenbacher niggas full of corn
Good cops like unicorns
Hit lick then take off
Taped off like move along
Paid off like student loans
Fuck twelve shit

I got grains of my past
This a drink, this a trap
I got angst I got rage
I’m afraid they might clash
I had rocks in my trap house
Baby this is glass
Why you shocked when I lash out
Maybe this effect

I got grains of my past
This a drink, this a trap
I got angst I got rage
I’m afraid they might clash
I had rocks in my trap house
Baby this is glass
Why you shocked when I pad out
Maybe maybe maybe