2names!

Everybody that I know got at least 2 names
But my homies ain’t fake I ain’t fuck with a 2 face
I’ve been driving with an eighth in the middle of 2 lanes
It’s 2cool Kirby I pull up with 2 vapes
One for the nicotine one for the Mary
Buy features from me if you wanna get carried
I used to get anxious when people were staring
Now I fucking love it I know they’re comparing
Them to me then they realise I’m an entity
I am untouchable have no identity
I think my specialty creating enemies
Beat em' no sweat on me I have no empathy
I don’t have time to act like I’m your homie
Only got time for the money and bowl piece
Ain’t in my presence unless you gon' blow me
Quit saying my name you ain’t ever gon' know me
Fuck. People been acting like I owe em' everything
Pussy don’t text me you know you’ve been dead to me
You ain’t a friend to me you just want bread from me
Know that I’m popping but what’s with the jealousy