Video Rih de Kenny Mason 2024 Rap Lyrics

Kenny Mason - Rih Lyrics

I show you the technique
I show you the TEC, freeze
I know the effects
My nigga they kept plays, want me to set screens
Sort of like tech geeks, I accept
My homie that bet games, havin’ his best week
I’m tryna invest
I might not be as street as the next but live on the next street
Ho’ don’t test
Stick with the red beam, Boba Fett
Stick with no head, read on defense
That mean the safety off and yes
Even with AC, got ‘em sweatin’
Thinkin’ we ain’t even gotta say, even for KD, that’s a stretch
Makin’ it seem like it’s 8 feet but the shit really 8 deep
Niggas pressed, came from the same scenes
And the city that gave me Gucci, Thugger and Fresh
Made dreams of becomin’ the best
Ain’t seem like that far of a fetch

Elite and I’m R-rated like my name read unapologetic
It’s a seat at the top of this shit
They say me, bitch and I’m from the set
18 karat, solid gold wrist
The way it freeze, you’d of thought it was It
What a treesh, I’m a slobbery pit
With rabbis, bitch, I’m not finna’ sit
Zone 3, bitch, I’m not from the 6
But shout out the 6, ‘cause I’m in the 6

Ain’t scared of hell, no mo’
Ain’t scared of hell, no mo’
We already here
Ain’t scared of hell, no mo’

I show you the technique
I show you the best speeds
I show you the strengths
I show you that flesh bleed
I show you the wet streaks
My only request is that you don’t test me
If I show you the test key, you still wouldn’t best me
Show respect, my horoscope said being
Broke is my pet peeve and so I prevent
My patna’ pop a perc and pick off a person
I can spot a lurk and bitch I’m alert
This choppa crop a perfect picture in person
Fuck a copper, cop a pistol and murk him
Cobra Kai, I kick this shit ‘til it hurt ya’
Buy my bitch a pistol before a Birkin
Practice with the pencil, scribblin’ verses
Tactical and skill would kill a nigga for certain
I was workin’ on it when I was workin’
Used to tell me I was better off workin’
Now they tell me I look better in person
Now they tell me I look better than perfect

R-rated like my name read unapologetic
It’s a seat at the top of this shit
They say me, bitch and I’m from the set
18 karat, solid gold wrist
The way it freeze, you’d of thought it was it
What a treesh, I’m a slobbery pit
With rabbi’s, bitch, I’m not finna’ sit
Zone 3, bitch, I’m not from the 6
But shout out the 6, ‘cause I’m in the 6

Ain’t scared of hell, no mo’
Ain’t scared of hell, no mo’
We already here
Ain’t scared of hell, no mo’