Smoke Dza – K.o.n.y. Lyrics

SMOKE DZA
K.o.n.y. Lyrics

[Hook:]
Right,
It’s been a long time,
I’ve been waiting, but f**k waiting.
I feel the times now. I’m impatient. f**k patience.
Now I’ve got the hammer on the waistline, ain’t tryna’
give me shit I’m about to take mine.
Now I’ve got the hammer on the waistline, ain’t tryna’
give me shit I’m about to…
Right.

[Verse 1:]
Kushed God smoke ’till the buddah in.
Low cargo sag, I’m a hooligan.
I made buckets look cool again,
The game was missing a fly nigga, I maneuvered in.
Life’s a bitch trying to do me in,
But I f**k her raw, she’s got the Nuva Ring.
I ‘ain’t listen if it ‘ain’t about ends,
You ‘ain’t saying shit like Pootie Tang.
A fool is something I ‘ain’t never been,
Niggas trying to insult my intelligence.
But f**k that a nigga trying to win,
Most of these niggas ‘ain’t relevant.
It doesn’t matter what you think nigga,
You’re a doja, you ‘ain’t got a choice.
Your whole style stinks nigga,
Opinion doesn’t matter nigga, Rock Boys.
Tryna’ get my bread right, bread right.
That will have them niggas dead tight, dead right.
Nigga hustle, get it every night, every night.
Dippin speeding through the red lights, dead high.
I’m way accustomed to the bullshit, they’re tryna’ keep
a nigga down,
But I ain’t listenin’ at all nigga, I’m coming through,
I want the crown.

[Hook:]
It’s been a long time,
I’ve been waiting, but f**k waiting.
I feel the times now. I’m impatient. f**k patience.
Now I’ve got the hammer on the waistline, ain’t tryna’
give me shit I’m about to take mine.
Now I’ve got the hammer on the waistline, ain’t tryna’
give me shit I’m about to…
Uh.

[Verse 2:]
Stop playing with me.
I’m coming for mine, niggas spray it with me
Shout out who’s in the lane with me.
The king of New York, nigga, say it with me.
The king of New York, how’s that sound?
Old nigga, new nigga, kill them right now.
f**k your intellect, I’ve been a threat way before the
internet.
When the only way you knew you was hot was when you
walked down the block and niggas ran down on you.
I used to battle in the hall ways smoking Purple Haze
with my man sipping Crown Royale.
Stopped ghost writting, though I liked the pay, came a
long way from the mad Cypher days.
It’s about time to change the style now and stop
playing with these bitches because my time’s now.

[Hook:]
Right,
It’s been a long time,
I’ve been waiting, but f**k waiting.
I feel the times now. I’m impatient. f**k patience.
Now I’ve got the hammer on the waistline, ain’t tryna’
give me shit I’m about to take mine.
Now I’ve got the hammer on the waistline, ain’t tryna’
give me shit I’m about to…

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