Killer Instinct
Yeah, double homicide
Bitch
Oh, shit, I’m sorry
DJ EDub, settin’ the streets on fire, mixtape after mixtape
Wow, I’m on my New York shit
My whip mean and it’s clean like a newborn is
My crib clean, two Lamborghinis, two Porshes
Yeah, you had to see me in the two-doors lit
A baddie with me in the passeng’ too gorgeous
Music blastin’, this rapper from New Orleans
Too relaxed, don’t be slackin’, do more shit
I’m too established, word to Gavy, do more damage
Too bad it’s, over for anyone of you who been lackin’, flyest shit, me Aladdin
God send me Jasmine, my business is crackin’ so
She gon’ get G-Wagon and tennis shoes matchin’
[?] fashion
Beginnin’ still, tryna get revenge and I’m laughin’, dissin’ Tiller is madness
Dissin’ Tiller really might get ’em embarrassed
Funny he got more in common with Tiffany Haddish
He don’t be rappin’, he just be crackin’ silly jokes, cut these niggas with axe
Really though, it’s just Twitter relax
I guarantee they still ask, “Where Serenity at?”
Be a lotta things, I ain’t finna be whack (I ain’t finna be whack, nigga)
I’m on my KY shit (Don’t wait on that shit)
I’m on my KY shit (Yeah, yeah)
I’m on my KY shit
Too smooth, true, that’s KY shit
Woah, I elevated
Never stressed, no rest, couple of smacks, it’s premeditated
Swanny send me the text, I connect in the West we waitin’
I promise that if we correct then it’s to the death, that shit crazy, I got this
Reachin’ silence, been keepin’ quiet, I be seein’ time and
Seek alliances, seat aside of a sleepin’ giant
And [?] might seem defyin’, been meanin’ to get this shit out my mind, I just speak in private
Wait, you been wishin’ me the worst, niggas dead wrong
Sage, you can feel it in the circle like a skintron
Better not test me, like a sneeze I’m ahead of a blessing
Got the keys, after these, I’m forever indebted
Still flooded, still star, still luck in testing
I’m still Odom, still bald like I’m Uncle Fester
Tickets down to [?], I might fill up the section
If it’s not [?] I’m the one to mess with but
We can leave the story untold, no one will say shit
But I rap like I know I can save it
Like I know I’m the greatest my city’s ever seen
Since Static or Katniss Everdeen, Tiller or Harlow
I’m dealin’ with the sorrows, two million hit tomorrow
Niggas goin’ numb, it’s some feelings we can borrow
Louis slugger, doin’ numbers when I make my pitch
Who she lovin’, who she wantin’? Then I take my pick
Who he was and he wasn’t, niggas can’t stop this
But when they play my shit, it’s on some KY shit
I’m on my KY shit (Don’t wait on that shit)
I’m on my KY shit (Yeah, yeah)
I’m on my KY shit, too smooth, true, that’s KY shit
I’m really
Fuck ass niggas
Acti like DJ EDub ain’t got these motherfuckin’ streets on lock
Can’t you see? Ayy, got your goddamn attention, get familiar, suckas
Breaking Down the Swagger of “Kentucky Shit”
Bryson Tiller’s “Kentucky Shit” is a bold declaration of self-confidence, hometown pride, and artistic dominance. The track is packed with clever wordplay and cultural references, from Aladdin and Jasmine to Tiffany Haddish and even Katniss Everdeen. Tiller rides the beat with an effortless swagger, flexing his success while making it clear he’s not to be underestimated. The recurring motif of “KY shit” pays homage to his Kentucky roots, reinforcing his identity and the unique flavor he brings to the rap game.
From Streets to Stardom
The lyrics reveal Tiller’s journey from humble beginnings to a life of luxury, highlighting his resilience and the loyalty he values in his circle. There’s a sense of triumph and vindication as he boasts about his achievements, yet he remains grounded by memories of the past and the drive to keep pushing forward. The blend of braggadocio and introspection gives the song its authentic edge, making “Kentucky Shit” both a local anthem and a universal story of overcoming adversity.
Song Credits
- Artist: Bryson Tiller
- Release Year: 2024