Kenn Starr - Say Goodbye lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

My mindset weak adjusted, rhyme vet, didn't need a budget

Gettin' to be stubborn, type of niggas givin' me production

I be feelin' like I didn't need a subject

Didn't need the substance, just a bit jaded

Evaded ____(?), take it out while thinkin' nothing of it

I been less patient, givin' to the public

My interpretation of the music I grew up with

My determination got my money movin' upwards

Not enough for me to make it, but at least it's something

Speakin' through the speaker, tryna keep from dumb shit

Reefa from the reefa cuz my people keep abluntant

Quick perceive notions, most just make assumptions

That's the reason that I be fiendin' to ____(?) somethin'

Why dis a few when I can teach you reach a dozen?

I bet you skipped a tune(a two?!) just to see if the beat was bumpin'

It's low budget or nothing

(Hook x2)

Say goodbye to the god

Introduce two fingers in the sky

Get 'em high, this is crucial

You can slide to the side

If you're used to that same bullshit

And 'em lies and the usual

(Verse 2)

I'm walkin' my faith like Big on his wedding day

On my second J while I o this, let the record play

Check the resume, I ain't one of you Draft Peks

Playground legend, the stress is leavin' ya has been

In an industry where you're only good as your last hit

And I neva had hits, so it didn't surprise me

Same niggas that was behind me, neva mind me

Didn't rise, switchin' sides quicker than an eye blink

I couldn't ignore them, low and behold them

A co-sign more important, recorded a song with Big Sean and Folarin

Now all of a sudden I'm flooded, but the niggas callin'

They figured they could find me

When they call, get declined, figured that I'm grimey

Middle fingers to them niggas kindly, that's your beef

Astros fitted on, you know what they call me

Two n's and two r's, you niggas should applaud me

(Hook x2)

(Verse 3)

Look, brother, it's real, low budget for real

Nice sleepin on futons eatin' on luke warm nuggets for meals

You're make it rain cuz you flooded with bills, I'm makin' change

Lookin for a fair shot, Niggas cut me a deal, my mail box still flooded with bills

Still to complain, why's it takin' so long

Makin no songs, they can hold on

Just tryna give 'em somethin' that's real

Cuz the pressure is on

Steady strive for perfection, ain't respective of norm

Switched the style for a second, took a lesson from Born

Was gettin' loud for a second, I was messin' with Chrome

But neva fuck with no pills

You can say whateva you want, but in front of my skills

One in a mill versus one in a mill, you speak on it

Only took me a blunt and a bill to get my brothers to build

They said they wanted that real, my team on it

(Hook x2)

Thanks to @realismic (edited) for correcting these lyrics