Live from the 678 - Live
Live from the 678, Ku'Jahmae
That young nigga everyone love to hate
But yet I thrive for that challenge, no attorneys in my case
I brush the dirt off my shoulders, these boulders are lightweight
I let this shit marinate, cuz it take time to be great, let it bake
Heat up the summer, Fahrenheit 98
I'mma stop playin' wit y'all
I'm 5'9 standing tall
The lightest nigga in the hall wit heavy haymakers for all
Lawd, I know they ain't got the balls, I take this shit to the heart
And while y'all babies was crawling I been walking from the start
I been talking, speaking that truth, I hope that you play your part
Just take a backseat to the king
Hardest thing is to explain what it means to be me
Fucking a beauty, yes I'm the beast
Bow down nigga, hit yo knees
She wit me, do what she please
To her heart, gave me the keys
We fly like leaves in the breeze
We high, gliding wit ease
We ride, smoking them trees
Watch you cease that shit you speak when I roll up, Christopher Reeves
Nigga please, I kick shit, soccer balls, no goalies
I bear arms like all white tees
Shit's amazing huh?
They be like "what's yo name?" Who me?
I be K-U-J-A-H-M-A-E
Go for broke like I can't breathe, like I'm choking on the beat
You ain't shit boy, have a seat
You can't stand the fact that I'm the champion, you can't compete
This a test you won't complete
This the best, you won't show me up cuz I'm too far out of reach
Fuckouttahere wit that shit
Ku'Jahmae
Audi
That young nigga everyone love to hate
But yet I thrive for that challenge, no attorneys in my case
I brush the dirt off my shoulders, these boulders are lightweight
I let this shit marinate, cuz it take time to be great, let it bake
Heat up the summer, Fahrenheit 98
I'mma stop playin' wit y'all
I'm 5'9 standing tall
The lightest nigga in the hall wit heavy haymakers for all
Lawd, I know they ain't got the balls, I take this shit to the heart
And while y'all babies was crawling I been walking from the start
I been talking, speaking that truth, I hope that you play your part
Just take a backseat to the king
Hardest thing is to explain what it means to be me
Fucking a beauty, yes I'm the beast
Bow down nigga, hit yo knees
She wit me, do what she please
To her heart, gave me the keys
We fly like leaves in the breeze
We high, gliding wit ease
We ride, smoking them trees
Watch you cease that shit you speak when I roll up, Christopher Reeves
Nigga please, I kick shit, soccer balls, no goalies
I bear arms like all white tees
Shit's amazing huh?
They be like "what's yo name?" Who me?
I be K-U-J-A-H-M-A-E
Go for broke like I can't breathe, like I'm choking on the beat
You ain't shit boy, have a seat
You can't stand the fact that I'm the champion, you can't compete
This a test you won't complete
This the best, you won't show me up cuz I'm too far out of reach
Fuckouttahere wit that shit
Ku'Jahmae
Audi
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Writer(s): Kevon Arenas
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