Before - Kay-o

Rah, it’s BKay you now

It’s the boy J Chugs

You know they got the guys locked but it’s nuttin'

Shoutout my nigga KO on this mixtape

Niggas already know it’s a Homerton ting

Gang

Before I had ever seen a box

Or ever had a bag to my name

Before I ever dealt with brown

I always kept close to a blade

The dots weren’t little

I double tapped that shotty like Shane

If you get touched when these big bells blast

You gotta no chance, can shatter your frame

I do him like gags, beat that then I’m out

Remember days with the Rambo and bootcuts

So the jakes leave I like Strauss

Better watch who you stand with

If you’re crept on the opps and you’re near that crowd

KO ain’t hearing nu’n, I’ll dig that then bounce

Bro stays kicking up grub

Jakes wish they could get a man down on trial

Other friends ain’t got that luck

Free the gang, they got locked for a while

Tell the opps that this beef ain’t their’s to stop

Like, I don’t wanna hear J Styles

Do my YG’s ever rest?

Grab bike and mount

Tryna splash man down

Sweet make a move successful

For the paper, I will cut out your crop bro

Put him to sleep, he try wrestle

He’s a stainer like Scott

Or we taking the kettle of fish, ain’t gentle with it

Resist and watch

Feds taking my friends, they’re missed

They wish but they can’t stop clocks

Before I never had no opps

Before I never worried 'bout jakes

Before I only knew 'bout corn on cobs

Before I only knew 'bout flake

Before I never knew 'bout shots

Before I never knew how food got weighed

It’s mad how things have changed

From qway to today

Before I never had no opps

Before I never worried 'bout jakes

Before I only knew 'bout corn on cobs

Before I only knew 'bout flake

Before I never knew 'bout shots

Before I never knew how food got weighed

It’s mad how things have changed

From qway to today

Before I ever knew my gunners

Before I ever gripped that pump

I had only seen sticks with drummers

Only new clips for films, not guns

Before we only had heat in the summer

The only twelve that I knew was lunch

Now you can sit in your whip

Get your screen shot, back then would’ve called it Munch

Step with a shotty like Fudd

Bruck that back, I’m calling it hunch

Them man are not good on their ones

Ain’t it mad that they’re bad in a bunch

They say that they know me from long

You knew me before, know what I’ve become

Couldn’t even point out where it begun

I could never point out what a man done

Even if they send a man jail

I couldn’t tell, I’d take the L

Them man are backwards, they’d let

Let it all out, start writing, wet

But he’d more if we stab him, set

Set off or set, it gets spazzing

Jet if it goes left, then get caught standing

That’s best, either or I ain’t on chattings

Free bro, got him in them cells on the landing

Trapped but he was on trapping

Now he’s on wings crashing

It is what it is, see opps, get active

Raise hell, tryna turn man salad

If you’re between my between my bread like sandwich

All of these crops, I could wrap it

If it weren’t for the risk, then I would stop rapping

Before I never had no opps

Before I never worried 'bout jakes

Before I only knew 'bout corn on cobs

Before I only knew 'bout flake

Before I never knew 'bout shots

Before I never knew how food got weighed

It’s mad how things have changed

From qway to today

Before I never had no opps

Before I never worried 'bout jakes

Before I only knew 'bout corn on cobs

Before I only knew 'bout flake

Before I never knew 'bout shots

Before I never knew how food got weighed

It’s mad how things have changed

From qway to today

Rah, it’s BKay you now