[Lyric] Kakarots Song (Lashawn Freeman)

[Produced by GodFingaz]
[Intro - Dragonball Z skit]


[Verse 1: Y.S.A]
Feeling hella spiffy I just rolled a spliffy
Pulled up to the Sweet Chicks wit my sweet chick wit me
We gon smoke outside til our table booked
Just got back from Meditating, walked in smelling Like Ancient Kush
Fuck u this is my faded look
I’m foreign to the majors
But yet Preparing for Fader Fort
Ora amazing yet I’m just flagrant, with Heinous thoughts
Already got haters that been pointing and aiming at me, the fuck I need to be famous for
I’m see all these legends arms gettin tired, I told them I’ll carry the weight just lemme bring the torch
Nigga I ain’t come herе to play wit y’all
I got wifey with long term knowledgе, got tired a stuffin my dick into brainless broads
You feel that? Thas good pussy with some perks
More than valuable chicks trading they pussy for a purse
Bless a nigga Cash app if u tryna book me for a verse
And consider ya beat murder in the 1st
Shittin meh!
[Chorus: Naj IsDope] If I don't let niggas Hate I might fuckin go CRAAAAzy
Nevermind me that's the henny talkin'
Igot some shit to say I might hit the gas to 80!
Foot get heavy breezin' out the darkness
Cuz I know, As long as I'm duckin the 5-0
Showin my kid the control stick
That they could never fuck up our game
My nigga this ain't GTA, We getting paid, Dont Fuck wit the ops, No!


[Verse 2: Y.S.A] Think it’s bout time for me to break the game
Shake u lames, I just rolled a paper plane
With no relation to Roc Nation, I’m just stating
Living life adjacent to Dame
Moving indie, whatever I need, I’ll get it
Nigga I don’t fucks wit the waiting game
Still in the field, tryna ball like Major Pain
Rep my Fort like Dana Dane
Improve my life but always stay the same
While this country act like my skin is dangerous weapon
I pray to god for his grace then go and chase all my blessings
I’m threatening, wit all the melanin I’m manifesting
5’7” but the pigs see a brown Smith & Wesson
Looking over ya silly beef
When Triple K’s dressed in blue tryna finish me
Over shoulder looking, Protecting my neck literally
Tryna leave me BREATHLESS, in middle of streets
Guess you perfecting ya new lynching methods
How you create the rules then cheat us when we start to win it
Blacking in my art, like Berkeley Hendricks, from start to ending
And on that note I’m finished

[Verse 3: Cash Sinatra]
I need restitution, I'm the best to do
All my verses 4k, this be my resolution
They tried to radin, I'm mortal Kombat with Executions
Fab said they took his style, he ain't stress the boostin'
Well, If you follow a nigga, start a revolution
Black man saying he's the king, this be the evolution
He ain't gotta crib but in the bently cruising
Before he reach his destination then there's destitution
ReallyJustFeelingLikeIBeenOuttaYaLeague
In the Lead, He to focus up
Sleeping on my dream
Get the cream, weigh my issues out, on the triple beam
Smoking on the finest, just address me as your highness
I been in the jungle, I been scoping out my lioness
I'm in neverland if we talkin' bout my flyness
Imma need my ratings in a million mile radius
But imma need the circle if we talking what the pie is, Sinatra


[Chorus: Naj IsDope] If I don't let niggas Hate I might fuckin go CRAAAAzy
Nevermind me that's the henny talkin'
Igot some shit to say I might hit the gas to 80!
Foot get heavy breezin' out the darkness
Cuz I know, As long as I'm duckin the 5-0
Showin my kid the control stick
That they could never fuck up our game
My nigga this ain't GTA, We getting paid, Dont Fuck wit the ops, No!