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Kojey Radical – Payback Lyrics

Kojey Radical Payback Lyrics (feat. Knucks)

Uh, payback, to be paid back
Dark on both sides, the dress code black
Count my money up, I need my racks
Selling a dream, but I’ma need that back
Back, back, back, I can’t go back
Dark on both sides, the dress code black
Count my money up, I need my racks
Selling a dream, but I’ma need that back

Uh, ayo, I’m tryna make that new age money
Dark Knight, Bruce Wayne money
I swipe out, do change on me
Move like the shade on my crew mate Sully
When it’s on top, boy we had to move straight gully and that
Like I hope you got my money with that
Yeah, it’s funny ’til the front door come off the latch
Took the U-turn and then we spun it right back
Funny how we coloured, but we covered in black
Baby, it’s all covered
Smooth yet I’m also rugged
Twenty seconds to go, So Solid
Or was it twenty one? Forgive me I was young
I was twelve making riddims while they twiddlin’ they thumbs
Who in their right mind would leave the biscuit for the crumbs?
Been here since slums, n***** fiddlin’ the funds
But I multiply then I triple up the sum
I told ’em “Are you finished or you done?” Dickhead

Uh, payback, to be paid back
Dark on both sides, the dress code black
Count my money up, I need my racks
Selling a dream, but I’ma need that back
Back, back, back, I can’t go back
Dark on both sides, the dress code black
Count my money up, I need my racks
Selling a dream, but I’ma need that back

Speak a money language, can’t spot the accent
Poetry in motion, my pen look like a MAC-10
Moving like they ten-ten, prove it like I’m Tintin
Wrap my freedom like a gift and I ain’t seen the trap since
Long day, no sleep, I was doing mad trips
Mind doing backflips, creasing the Stan Smiths
Plenty other fish in the sea, but they catfish
Not even in a bank we trust, it’s in the mattress
Walk up in the office like you know me now
‘Cause every other record got that Kojey sound
Black lips, black skin couldn’t hold me down
A black queen gave birth to a golden child
From one-nine, nine-three, I’ve been fucking up the narrative
Man, it feel good to be black, there’s no comparison
Don’t let the ivory towers come distract you
Until we multiply black wealth, fuck a statue

Uh, payback, to be paid back
Dark on both sides, the dress code black
Count my money up, I need my racks
Selling a dream, but I’ma need that back
Back, back, back, I can’t go back
Dark on both sides, the dress code black
Count my money up, I need my racks
Selling a dream, but I’ma need that back

(Let’s go black
Need more blacks
Need that black
Let’s go black
Need more blacks
Need that black)