2FS - Kojey Radical

Bro, that’s the energy, bro, bro

That’s the energy daily, bro

You feel me, like, bro, trust me, G

Fuck it up

I’m feeling myself, I’m feeling myself, that’s why they can’t offend me

Don’t give two effs, don’t give two effs, I’m felling like Fendi, Fendi

Now I need bags for all this baggage, I got plenty, plenty

I know my demons never leaving 'cause we plenty ready

No, we ain’t ever scared, no, we ain’t ever worried

It’s only God I fear, but that’s another story

They can’t, they can’t tell my story, no, it’s time to celebrate

If you ever been how low I been, you hit the cemetery

Halloween is very scary, I know most don’t make it back

Really fucked the money up, hustle, hustle, made a stack

Double, double (Woo, woo), make eleven, double back

Why they tryna trouble us?

Probably 'cause I’m rich and black

Got fed up if wishing, wishing, most don’t ever wish you well

Says she wanna kiss me, kiss me, 'cause I do not kiss and tell

You can’t get the main, but here’s the number to my Alcatel

Seen your type already, only you don’t have a dream to sell

Miss me, miss me, bigger fish to fry and I ain’t talking 'bout no escovitch

My bro wanna be Escobar but I don’t see the benefit

Spoke and tried to better him but he just wanted better drip

Who and I to judge the kid?

I already did the things he did

Probably do them things again, heard the sheeple talking

But a lion never lost a wink, opinions never cost a thing

I could be a lot of things, but not for slave money

And I could buy a lot of things, but not with they money

I’m feeling myself, I’m feeling myself, that’s why they can’t offend me

Don’t give two effs, don’t give two effs, I’m felling like Fendi, Fendi

Now I need bags for all this baggage, I got plenty, plenty

I know my demons never leaving 'cause we plenty ready

No, we ain’t ever scared, no, we ain’t ever worried

It’s only God I fear, but that’s another story

They can’t, they can’t tell my story, no, it’s time to celebrate

If you ever been how low I been, you hit the cemetery

Uh

My life could be many things but it cannot be regret

How should I kick the bucket, with my right or with my left?

I fell asleep in chaos 'cause this life we live a mess

Ain’t no flexing up in Heaven, baby boy, we not impressed

No, I cannot take it with me, but I’m leaving with respect

Bury me in black silk, carried in a black truck

Leave my flowers at the door, next to my amount of fucks

I’m still the greatest undiscovered, the greatest under covers

Ask your girl why she really call me Mister LoverLover

I know, I know, I know, I would hate me too

Made your favourite look so wack, I wouldn’t play me too

Underrated, yes, underpaid, who?

Never me, the only thing they underpaid was booze

I’m feeling myself, I’m feeling myself, that’s why they can’t offend me

Don’t give two effs, don’t give two effs, I’m felling like, yeah (Oi! Yeah)

For us, by us, just us, for love

Don’t it feel good, baby?

It feel good to me

For us, by us, just us, for love

Don’t it feel good, baby?

It feel good to me