KKKY (Remix)

Natti:
Don't worry bout this dirty south till its mud floods ya front stoop
Acres and acres of haters growin out the same root
That hit you quicker than poverty in two major arteries
Havin your movin and softshoein' like who made you property

Deacon:
Black face and sambos, tied for last place
Let facts state, we like wildcats in a rat race
At that rate, the state stay ahead of tomorrow
Standin out like mount kilimanjaro

Natti:
So through this bluegrass follow sorrow
Blacker than the ghetto you fear
You disappear like the future of the ghetto you near
Where index fingers bring the heavy metal you hear
Block stars loadin guns as fiends battle for crumbs

Deacon:
Come travel through slums
Try politickin' with the pushers
Made block decisions while motherfuckers overlooked us
Under the radar like helicopters on the sly
Crept in with hoods on, this KKKY

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KKKY, more than what you think it is
Ain't just tobacco, some bourbon and where horse racin live
It's for my mark makers i keep my flask tipped
Live where the grass crip, steppin with my blood

Natti:
Don't try to play mike vick and stick a dog in this fight
Ya art of loud bark don't veto your mosquitoish bite
The mc's too dark, the producer too white
Fam, the lyrics too loose, man the beats is too tight

Deacon:
We parry blows, we bury foes through stereos
Keep an aerial view over scenarios
Some niggas, that move spirits like a liquor store
AA, after 12 steps you back to get some more

Natti:
Makers of woodford reserve that curve ya nerves
We country, comin with fists while you armed with words
Field nigga brand hands that'll slap you to sleep
In the land of hard liquor and tobacco that's cheap

Deacon:
We rose like lazarus, a miraculous feat Put soul in it, gave what's left back to the streets

Natti:
But we all artists regardless of if the art is in speech
Close kin, make notes bend tryna find a release from this

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