Lyrics:

[K.A.A.N.] Intro
I said homie look around
I don't see nobody on my level
Why the niggas say they working but they not, and why they always talk a lot
And what the fuck you talk about, and why you always talk about
Some shit you know you never got, some shit you know you never did in life you know you never lived
You was at your mama crib watching Narcos
Cause you the motherfucking man with a plan, I guess
Wrap it up, I need it pronto got a nigga feeling like Pablo
Pronto, said I need a pronto, got a nigga feeling like Pablo
Wrap it up, I need it pronto, said I need it pronto, got a nigga feeling like Pablo
You the motherfucking man with plan, I guess nah you another broke nigga lying bout a check
Nigga you ain't gotta flex
I know you don't do it like Pablo
You watch too much Narcos

[K.A.A.N.] Verse 1
I killed some niggas and buried them where you'll never find em
I sold some crack and than I slapped a bitch with a broken vinyl
I ran a credit card scam with my best friend
I ran off on the plug with some keys, and then got it in
I recently received just enough to lease me a Benz
I'll tint the windows and get some rims, guess what I spent?
The payments cost so much, a step is what you'd like to slip
The sarcastic side of this sign I feel something else
I'm sure I'll sell some records if I sell myself short
Rest assured, I can't convort to the other side of the force
Or resort to go in the store
They twist up the truth that's the proof of promise the pushes, a proven prominent leader
It's my way or the highway, I'm leaving you where I found ya
My shit is deep enough to reach the depths of the Atlantic
It's way over your head but the point is I'm at advantage
I'm feasting upon the feeble that fill me up when I'm famished
I fend off families of four with a form that was foreign to ya
I found my way through the door and the foyer forcing an entrance
Back and forth with a swing and a miss like that shit was tennis
I'm incapable of love, I would always be the winner
You was so put in Wimbledon, I win it twice, then win again
The subtleties of my soliloquies are breezing like the wind
I'm prone to plead the fifth, I'm accurate I never miss
A gargantuan dissertation, an author for explanation
My signature's affirmation like sealing the affidavit
My daily dilemma entails this:
Now should I roll me up a blunt or should I call me a bitch?
I told her bring a pack of 'rillos and a couple of friends
And we'll fornicate and face your foreign flowers and floral patterns and green pastures
While passing the faintest fragrance, i'm painting the vaguest picture
Like my current predecessors, they're predatorial figures
For editorial gimmicks and fallacies for an image

[Hook]
I said homie look around
I don't see nobody on my level
Why the niggas say they working but they not, and why they always talk a lot
And what the fuck you talk about, and why you always talk about
Some shit you know you never got, some shit you know you never did in life you know you never lived
You was at your mama crib watching Narcos
Cause you the motherfucking man with a plan, I guess
Wrap it up, I need it pronto got a nigga feeling like Pablo
Pronto, said I need a pronto, got a nigga feeling like Pablo
Wrap it up, I need it pronto, said I need it pronto, got a nigga feeling like Pablo
You the motherfucking man with plan, I guess nah you another broke nigga lying bout a check
Nigga you ain't gotta flex
I know you don't do it like Pablo
You watch too much Narcos

[K.A.A.N.] Verse 2
I'm an animal baby, I've got this evil inside me
I'll explicitly explain the process of asphyxiation
First you find the weakest victim, for instance
It's Monday evening
I'm feeling the force of blade through your flesh
I testify over open fires, the feelings are found
There's blood dripping from my silhouette
It's cynical, I'm sitting with a sin or two
I made the sound that's to infuse
Except the words I wrote for you
I'm vocal, very vexed I affect the fake with the real
I'm literally inept to emotions that you reveal
I'm sending salutations, so from my side of the hill
There's a villa for vast consumptions
Integrate for mass assumptions
I summon sickening rituals, my cauldron started bubblin'
My rhetoric will render residue that runneth over
My recipe is simple, resonating keep composure
But rest assured my legacy is laced while I say asterisk
I asked the man above for leniency, but see my blasphemies
Are blatant with my lack of apathy, erratic temperament
I'm terribly confused, they knew the truth was for the youth
But what's the use as I am wasting my breath
It seems nobody gives a fuck, and that shit fine by me
Cause honestly my conscious died around the age of 18
Few dispute I'm losing sanity and entering euphoria, receding lucid dreams and out of body experiences is indescribable, I advise you respect the vision,nigga

[K.A.A.N. ]Hook