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Almighty Kahn - Middle School Class Lyrics

For the ones that doubted me I’m on your ass
Like a hard seat middle school class
It ain’t hard see? Imma cruise past
On the high
We Put em on the dash
All the trauma drama let it come last
And the women come fast
Nigga got a lot of solid shottas and they got a task waiting for sta
Ticking time bomb
How I’m boutta blow
It don’t even show on the billboard
You’d think jay penske was a game player how he boutta keep saying uno
I did 2 shows
Never been to another performance
My form is immaculate I am a warrior
Touring the globe tryna find peace
Get my piece peacе now I feel euphoria
Cropping the hoes and thеy can’t even rap man at least lease flows like an old river
I am alone 2 days out the week so I beat beats booming don’t want more nigga
Just a side note
I’m an artist I feel like Picasso
I could do this lil shit wit my eyes closed
Niggas posing I thought they was models
Had a feeling you tryna be rivals
All you niggas is dead on arrival
I could put my right hand on the Bible
For what happens man I am not liable
I’m the man you could feel the bravado
With a black shirt Johnny bravo
Niggas be on crack like cobble
And they call me hurts you know why tho
Bunch of dead rappers and some dead rhymes
Make the ground shake nigga land slide
Niggas really ask about my ex
Man I felt like future at the same damn time
I don’t give a fuck about your damn sign
Less it’s queens niggas making hand signs
And I can sign up a whole damn store for inspire I’m a land mine
They tried to put me in a box nigga I am not cuban
Im from the city where they toting way more than a semi
And 17 38s leave you Wapped like fetty
You not 50 cent don’t try to be
You need a operation to deboggle my psychology
Philosophies of how to get an iced out chain
And somehow robbing your twin from another sec became fair game
This ain’t monopoly
I don’t know how most of these niggas think they are tied to me
Or tired of me
And you ain’t seen shit yet
Niggas brickin the face
Like Can I get my wrist back?
Always been the quiet type ain’t in to all that chit chat
I got anger pent up you really shouldn't Risk that
Patience little smaller than a tic tac
Kahnnie when he spitting against you it’s like a mismatch
Shooting at they toes like they coming after tic tac
Readjust the aim so I give them niggas slick backs
That’s big facts
Yo bitch mad
Oh my bad your nigga
I don’t feel sorry for stacking hill figures
I’m getting richer like tommy my nigga
They don’t get the words how the fuck he gone figure?
I been working on my ambiance nigga
Be a deer and swing the rock to the mister
Crazy how niggas try to watch my bucks
Until mil walk em you ain’t Giannis my nigga
You ain’t Giannis my nigga
Niggas ain’t Giannis