The Kiddie ☆ MONSTER

Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy

So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy

Uh, Raps I buss em

Problems with my life don’t discuss em

Coups and leer jets I lust them

Can’t hear them haters talk

I’m above them

But they push me to do it

That’s why I love them

Fittin snub in the Chevy seat

Niggas see the future

That’s ahead of me

And wish that it was cease to be

Buzz increase until it became a bang

Jet planes in the building

Bitch we do our thang

Who the main manuveur

The coup in vancouver

Canadian ladies is speakin

The fly language

I’m partially famous

Popularity gaining

They wondering when I blow

Am I gunna lose my underground soul

The answer is hell no

I’m definatley maintaining

I’m way to G

Them other niggas do their thang

But them niggas ain’t me

Wear what you can’t buy

Slidin where you can’t be

Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy

So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy

(Hehehe) Just Blown Awayyy

Roll somethin up

Mama what’s the smoke in here

Sneak in here and wing tips

I never bought a pair

Out of dress code

Still getting in there

Girlfriend now rolling like a wheelchair

MDA and THC combining

She high climbing into the truck

We ridin, jack move fool

Ain’t no denying the cool

The mirror image ain’t quick enough

To mimic my move

You niggas thoughts about as shallow

As a kiddie pool

Can’t articulate themselves

In their interviews

Rappers on a respirators

Breathing through a tube

Revivin with the live shit

We make it good as new

Tired of hand jobs

Shit, my nigga me too

Bad bitches want the real

Baby girl I feel you

Only thing I can do

Is move pen or pencil

Write and smoke my life away

As I continue…

Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy

So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy

Just Blown Awayyy

Try to act like you

Ain’t know the planes got it

I’m in Chi-town smoking

Like a train charlotte

Never match

They say I dress train spotta

I just stay up collecting sky mileage

I’m a high pilot

You must acknowledge

The fact that I’m not a novice

Professional driver on a closed circuit

Monster beats got Nascar spitta

On them tracks perfect

Grind outta my mind

Because it’s so worth it

Enable spitta to make a big purchase

3 story crib, driveway half-circle

Dodge Barracuda nigga

Concrete surfer

Engine growling like a rottweiler

Trynna hurt ya

Bags of purple strong enough

To Stephan Urquille outta Urkel

Spitta hand deliver fly verses

Three accidents on purpose, yeah…