Kemba - Kill Your Idols

Kemba - Kill Your Idols
May 28th, 2020
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New track from Kemba "Kill Your Idols" Produced by Brasstracks and Charlie Hustle

Lyrics

Knight in shining armor don’t exist these days
Niggas got bullet proof vests
Niggas go straight for the head
[Why are you like this]
Honesty and honor don’t exist these days
Niggas don’t got no respect
Niggas don’t get no respect

All of your idols were made in the marketing prep
Them niggas hot off the press
I never had a role model my momma ain’t dressed
They never got off the breast
Ironically I got a lot on my chest
Honestly I got a lot of regret
Promise me you’ll try to find me indef
[Promise me, promise me, promise me]

I sell the sound of my songs for dollars and cents
Heartbreak is harder than sex
I put a couple of dollars aside for the set
That’s just a sign of respect
God if I’ll silence when Solomon signed me a check
I’m at the side of your neck

[Knight in shining, knight in shining, knight in}

I got grazed on my past
There’s a Drake there’s a trap
I got angst I got raped
I’m afraid in my class
I’m lost in my trap house
Baby this is glass
Why you shocked when I lash out
Maybe this a fact

I got grazed on my past
There’s a Drake there’s a trap
I got angst I got raped
I’m afraid in my class
I’m lost in my trap house
Baby this is glass
Why you shocked when I pad out
Maybe maybe

Superman wear plain clothes
My ops wear uniforms
New apps made new alarms
Cops can’t hear through the phone
Jigga man made changed clothes
Iced out wearing blue falour
Blue state found coup d'etat
We still made it through the storm
Actor asked at the bat-boom
Red bottoms no louis vuitton
Redenbacher niggas full of corn
Good cops like unicorns
Hit lick then take off
Taped off like move along
Paid off like student loans
Fuck twelve shit moving on

Superman wear plain clothes
My ops wear uniforms
New apps made new alarms
Cops can’t hear through the phone
Jigga man made changed clothes
Iced out wearing blue falour
Blue state found coup d'etat
We still made it through the storm
Actor asked at the bat-boom
Red bottoms no Louis Vuitton
Redenbacher niggas full of corn
Good cops like unicorns
Hit lick then take off
Taped off like move along
Paid off like student loans
Fuck twelve shit
[Why are you like this]

I got grazed on my past
There’s a Drake there’s a trap
I got angst I got raped
I’m afraid in my class
I’m lost in my trap house
Baby this is glass
Why you shocked when I lash out
Maybe this a fact

I got grazed on my past
There’s a Drake there’s a trap
I got angst I got raped
I’m afraid in my class
I’m lost in my trap house
Baby this is glass
Why you shocked when I pad out
Maybe maybe maybe