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sloth - kid wcked lyrics

[intro]
yeah, i’m finna* i’m finna finish this up and call k
yeah, let’s run it (1, 2, 3, said)

[verse 1]
making a move, and they’re saying it’s cool
if i get to a point where i’m pointing a tool
then i’m too lit for joints, a j will break the room
if it’s up with my dawgs, i’m finna raise the roof
rule of thumb, a few pops, go through
that da*dun da*dun
2pac, ain’t a thing i won’t do for love
top 5? i’m just tryna get through to one with what i do for(fun)
9 + 10, but the message transcends an age, d*mn, today
it’s about making you the best, the brave
the next to pave a way, to make tomorrow better than yesterday
accept the weight, world on the shoulders of us
and we ain’t finna bend or break
but what i tend to say has never made a moment
letting the past get up in the way of the present
what i gift to the soldiers, thought it was hopeless
but the role in full i sit in now as an artist may be the coldest
but i drop the verse, and leave a moment on the chorus, going

[chorus]
ain’t a thing you could to knock me off
ain’t a thing you could to knock me off my grind
ain’t a thing you could to knock me off
ain’t a thing you could to knock me off my grind
feeling slow in my moves; feel like a sloth
slow in my moves; feel like a sloth, i
grind, grind (grind)
sh*t, said
[verse 2]
i’ve been stagnant as of recently, inactive in my dreams, but see
the raps and what they mean to me, ain’t changed at all
keep it a stack, in every verse, ain’t flipping a pack, or giving a he*rs*
but how i react to every curse might be what makes me fall
watching my peers elevate quicker than me
the days to weeks to months to years pass, and i’m still where i be
i sit in defeat, thinking like “what this sh*t really mean?”
i wish i knew if i was doomed to fail, i just wanna remove the veil
and see forward, lying in wait, and it’s sheer torture
finding my place in the world, it’s seeming live everyone else know the sh*t
so why am i different
the sh*t that make me tired of living, the sh*t that makes me tired of giving
i ain’t got sh*t but a passion, opinions, a mic, and maybe some writtens, but sh*t
this overthinking’s a b*, all i got going for me
is n*ggas that f*ck with me from high school and some dudes from my clique
i’m glad i reach who i reach, but wish i could do more
built the brand as wcked, and now i’m wondering who mourns
built the brand as wcked, but now i’m wondering who mourns, sh*t

[verse 3]
thought i was invincible ‘til i lived in a city molded
by n*ggas with vitriol, criticism could dig a hole
in wcked’s soul, deep enough you could build a new city, whole
so i start the car, hit the gas, and head off on a different road
working harder for love, but the way i started this dumb
gotta be smarter in my steps, i walk as the prodigal…kid
how i live in the sh*t, enby, and n*ggas b*tch in the sh*t
envious, and it’s lit for this sh*t, n*gga, wcked talking, i ain’t kidding a bit, but i might*
just let it chill for a bit
clouded by sloth, so i guess i’ll just sit in this sh*t
[chorus]
ain’t a thing you could do to knock me off
ain’t a thing you could do to knock me off my
ain’t a thing you could do to knock me off
ain’t a thing you could do to knock me off my grind
grind

- kid wcked lyrics

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