2000 Lyrics – Ken Carson

Read the full 2000 lyrics by Ken Carson along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ken Carson’s music, you can also explore Evolution and Ghoul, two other songs by Ken Carson.

[Intro]
(Wake up, F1LTHY)

[Verse]
I was born in 2000, n!gga
Came from public housing, n!gga
Racks on racks, I got the money piling, n!gga
Bro, you gon’ break, you ain’t gon’ keep it solid, n!gga
Throw rocks out his hand, he gon’ go tweet about it, n!gga
Racks on racks, yeah, I got the money piling, n!gga
I knew ’bout Miley before I seen Cyrus, n!gga
Oh, you on protein? I’m on a lean diet, n!gga

Can’t tell me ’bout these drügs, if you ain’t try it, n!gga
Can’t complain ’bout that weed, if you ain’t buy it, n!gga
Players only live once, I’m rocking Polo
YVL, Young Vamp Life, I got a vamp’ ho
Told that b!tch I’m from 2000, she said she from ’94
Yeah, yeah, I’m a young n!gga, but my pockets old
Never lifted weights in my life, but my pockets swole
Oh, you want a fade? Fade away, now your life gone
Shawty need a raise, I’ma tip her for the blowjob
Get the fu*k out my way, I’m on the way to a billion dollars
When I made my first million, I instantly got a million problems
Oh, you in your feelings? Now, you hating on a n!gga, huh
Can’t respond, can’t go back and forth with no fu*king bum
Waste of time, I swear this s*it don’t do me nun’
Later on, I’m tryna see what she gon’ do for sumn’
Compliment my chain, she told me to Alex Moss, “Do me one”
Compliment her hair, I told her, “I had the same color”
Me and my b!tch on the same s*it, we complement each other
I’m with the squad, I’m with the gang, I’m in this b!tch with my brothers
I pop pills, don’t do coc*ine, I’m not a nose stuffer
Pu*sy n!gga talking s*it, b!tch, you need a muzzle
I put that s*it together, my outfit a puzzle
She got on the mink boots, I got on them butters
My team making plays, touchdown, we don’t need to huddle
Can’t layup after we fu*k, I don’t wanna cuddle

N!ggas ain’t having that much, my money stretch from Georgia to Cali
My lil’ b!tch said she needed a ten, I sent that ho to Bali
Free Homixide Mali, they need to free all the real
How you let your partner D-I-E and you ain’t spin for him?
Hollywood b!tch, yeah, she look like Kim
Ain’t gotta say no names, so n!ggas don’t fu*k with them
Told that ho you tripping, just be 5ive, I’ma come trim
He was turned up, then we turned him down, his light got dim