DOM KENNEDY – LAX

DOM KENNEDY – LAX Lyrics

Artist: DOM KENNEDY
Song: LAX

Yeah
[Mike and Keys
Ayy
Writing every day for seven years

It was hard but f#ck it
Still worth it because it led us here
Two of everything like Noah’s Ark
I’m the 21st century Mozart and you’ll get blown apart

I don’t like many rappers really
They start acting silly
Ask ya new b#tch, man she gotta feel me
I’ve been framed by the dirty opps

They been running with our style for years, I’m here to take my spot
While they perpetrate gangsta
I’ll be counting 20 G’s in Chase with the banker
Kid this Other People’s Money

When I come out if it’s cloudy, I’m gon’ make that sh#t sunny
I love a good, hard rap song
No autotune, nobody crying all on the microphone
If you need a ghostwriter, you are not hot

She finna fly to LAX just to give me top
Sitting on Highland up at Fat Sal’s
I’m the golden child mixed with Kevin Liles
Down for everything but backing down

Call me Ron Artest how I move the crowd
He a sl#t, he a ho, he a freak
Got a different look every day of the week
See the thing about me is I’m serious

My dream was to fill a shoebox with all benjamins
I could never sell my piece, I ain’t no feat
Solidified in the city ’cause of old beef
Coming live from the streets on these soul beats

Pockets used to be on E, now it’s OD
Ugh, I thank God I’m a boss
I used to walk then I spent a car on the cross
Aaliyah with these bags ’cause I’m back and I’m forth

Other People Money on track to the Forbes
The truth you’re now hearing and I’m God-fearing
I be power steering in something wicked
Careful on depreciating assets

If it’s not an AMG, they can send it back
Big Daddy Kane said don’t half step
I’ma rep the set ’til my last breath
Are you gon’ fold when it’s crunch time?

Did you have on Chuck Taylors in the lunch line
Or the new Ken Griffeys if I switched up
I think radio should pick us up
It’s the, fitted-wearing, nothing less than McLaren

If we talking foreign, those keep girls staring
Uh, you know I be abusing ’em
The best out right now over drums
This real n#gg# sh#t don’t got a off button

You looking good baby take off something
Send it through the mail, watch it triple sales
White tuxedo, socks pastel
I’m the one like Booker for the Suns

Shorty had low self-esteem, I coached her up
Told her she don’t need likes, we know what’s up
I know that p#ss# is fire, a molotov
Cocktails, talking over money trails

Hope our kids see college, grow up, run for mayor
Gotta keep rolling through the sunshine
But I can’t keep ducking from the one-time
If the beats keep coming, I’ma get mine

Everything I wanted in my lifetime
Gotta keep rolling through the sunshine
But I can’t keep ducking from the one-time
If the beats keep coming, I’ma get mine

Everything I wanted in my lifetime
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From the album:
From the Westside With Love Three [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021