Song: Apartment 308
Year: 2022
Viewed: 34 - Published at: 2 years ago

[Intro]
Yeah, okay
This how I'm tellin' my shit
Yeah
They say the revolution will be televised, so pull out your phones
Yeah
Ayo, Jin, pull me up
Look

[Verse]
This is apartment 308
Four brothers in one room, wish we'd relocate
Chip on my shoulder, ain't no Frito-Lay
This is all bars like it's DOA
Sometimes I wonder, what would my PO say?
Never mind, I never had to really see those days
The hate I get is like the people who freed OJ
But I fight the bull, so sí, olé
If it's only about the green, then my uni degree
Would make more money than the music biz ever seen
My favourite artist gotta be Em or JAY-Z
But Jeff Bezos makes their net worth daily
What's priceless, though, is the legacy left
To the left of me, it's Kane next to me, stressed
Was my parents who hope I continue the quest
Immigrant turned engineer, it's what they thought was best
Never could be a vulture when the city on my shoulders
And I'm preaching being sober
'Cause the people closest to me, yeah, they real soldiers
Tryna fight there demons with Perkies and dirty soda
All fun and games until it's game over
I see the shade like Crayola
Seen artists become stars through payola
Brought it to your attention so I could make closure
Blasting Jay Hova, I knew this was 'bout to be the takeover
Some call me H, most call me Kresnt
But your girl call me too much, did she not get the message?
Maybe I didn't send it, but me not replying is kind of like I already said it
And if you know, then you know, yeah, you get it
I forgive and never forget it
I got street cred, Visa and debit
Shit, charge it to the game
Nothing been the same since a little bit of fame
Now they tryna throw dirt on my name
And if it helps you sleep better at night, let it be
Hatred is a mixture of jealousy and envy
I can't even stay friendly
Wrong moves, rest in peace, Bruce, could be deadly
Move carefully, speak gently
Rolling through the Mulsanne Bentley
Destination wherever Allah sends me
Gassed up, so we never run on empty, star struck
No Starbucks, but they pump a few venties
From flipping electronics to narcotics
Stacking up profits stashed in the back of my whip
Three bottles of Febreze, twelve bags of zip
No sub system, but we had the trunk loud
Balled so much I could be a monk now
Waiting for Ashton Kutcher to say I got punked now
'Cause no way in hell I'd get help from the man above
It's love, broke the law to get closer to Allah, how fitting
I push the beef to the side like cow tipping
Profound living, I can tell most of y'all never been around women
No rules, take your girl out to sushi, now you got no boo
They my sons, I teach 'em like they home schooled
Pro tools like the software used to record this
I'm really freestyling, I don't gotta force this
When we hit Forbes list, I'ma split my portions
Everyone eats
If she not for me, well, she be for the streets
If we got a problem, I'll address it
Don't need anyone to pass the message
Avoid that passive-aggressive
Energy that you can only send to me
In person, you quiet or want to be a friend to me
Someone who pretends to be
Their name rings no bell, boy, like a hotel without amenities
King Kresnt 'til infinity, gone
[Outro]
When we hit Forbes list
I'ma split my portions

( Kresnt & Young Jin )
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