I'm someone else,
But still the same someone,
The one tryna leave a legacy,
And I've felt like a failure,
Things ain't the best, but are a little greater,
And I'm still on that stairway,
While I climb, you can pave your own way,
Hark back to the old days,
I was homegrown,
Well seasoned, that's the perks of being homemade,
Around the everyday dreamers,
And a couple man dealing cocaine,
Just to better ourselves,
Or to better oneself,
And abiding the law see that,
We never proclaimed,
Gotta live honest lives but,
Say too much find yourself ostracized,
On the one hand...,
Not every thoughts gotta be vocalised,
I'll speak my mind coz Kayes Mensah don't play;
No games coz Kayes Mensah don't front,
Know my lane, but you you're a joker,
Clout chaser, you're coming like Roger from American Dad,
Bare persona's,
But I serve like an Adidas Stan Smith,
One look that fits all,
So the balls my in my court, and I bat quick,
Got the bandwidth,
And I'm not here just to fill a quota,
Do my dirt from the back,
Work my delts and lats till I'm built like a cobra,
Then attack when I've built from the back,
Come like I'm coached by Pep Guardiola,
They wanna how I applied the press,
You ain't got legs, career's partly over,
I'm that 6 that assists,
With a ping like a Pirlo,
You're more like Nigel Reo-Coker;
Had a few ups and downs, been up...,
Then man would fall like a leaf in october,
Gotta bear this weight on my shoulder,
Until I can flip like one motorola,
Until I can flip like some coca cola,
Until I can flip like one Q or Z,
Meanwhile your whole styley's mediocre,
Your EP launch was way below par.
-Hook-
First name's K to the S,
Think twice if you try to mistake it again...;
First name's K to the S,
From the north from the lanes where I straight represent...;
Mensah,
First name's K to the S,
Think twice if you try to mistake it again,
Take man for a fool that I don't recommend,
For the sake of your head and chest,
That's Mensah,
First name's K to S,
From the north from the lanes where I straight represent,
Not fake, been real,
Coz I hate to pretend been on my own it's a bit late to befriend.
-Verse 2-
When I get paid, gotta save dough,
I ain't broke, but can't live for the moment,
Was a kid, fingers on lips,
Seen but not heard, now I'm so outspoken,
You don't need to acknowledge my best effort,
Fuck your gestures, they're all token,
Fuck your praises, fuck your accolades,
I already knew that a man was chosen,
Spent too much time on the mountain,
Could've been Logan, could've been Snowdon,
Could've been the sub-zero Eskimo flow I developed,
When conditions were stone cold frozen,
Yeah I struggled at first but now,
I could do this with my eyes closed blindfolded,
Hungry yeah, I could eat a horse, hide your livestock,
Coming through looking like a trojan.
-Hook-
Take man for a fool that I don't recommend,
For the sake of your head and chest,
That's Mensah,
First name's K to S,
From the north from the lanes where I straight represent,
Not fake, been real,
Coz I hate to pretend been on my own it's a bit late to befriend.
credits
from For My SAKE: Not Yours | by Kayes Mensah,
released October 7, 2022
Mixed and mastered by St4x Music.
Produced by Kayes Mensah.
Written by Kayes Mensah.
Narrated by Richard Ashwell.
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