on August 28, 2022 in Hip-Hop Instrumentals, Official Instrumentals

Aitch – R Kid (Instrumental) (Prod. By WhYJay & LiTek)

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Aitch Ft. AJ Tracey – R-Kid (Instrumental)
(Produced By WhYJay & LiTek)

R Kid Lyrics by Aitch

[Intro: AJ Tracey]
Look

[Pre-Chorus: AJ Tracey & Aitch]
If my nigga takes an injury, I’m sharin’ my blood
If you make an attempt, I’ll be airin’ a slug
Always helpin’, but nobody wants to help me, it’s rough
Have a brother OD, ’cause it’s never enough (Yo)

[Chorus: Aitch]
If my brother ever need me, know I’m there when it’s tough
Can’t forget my young hitters, gotta share with the pups
Seein’ hella jealousy, I swear it’s tearin’ me up
Brothers tell me that they love me, but that’s barely enough (Woo)
[Verse 1: Aitch & AJ Tracey]
Yeah, I feel low, next day I’m on the top of the world
I don’t know, I’m kinda lost for my words
My broski ain’t whizzy, went and got him somе work
And J White just hopped in the Mеrc (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, hand on my heart for my brothers, they might do me some dirt
But then again, they wouldn’t let me, they ain’t new to the kerb
Where I’m from, we puttin’ loyalty and unity first
So we don’t move if we can’t move with the herd (Yeah)

[Verse 2: AJ Tracey & Aitch]
I’m makin’ movies, brudda, fuck what you heard
Everybody makes mistake, I put my faith in the nerd
Left us hangin’ when it mattered, man, that shit really hurt
But nowadays if you have fun, it will turn man into shirts
And how’s your brother gone without, riddle me that
If bro run out of gas, then we sharin’ the flat
We was in Pizza Hut, dinin’ to dash
And we were halvin’ our cash (Yeah)
And we all got chocolate Rollies a stash (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Aitch]
My AP white gold, bro got the rosie to match
I soon copped my sister one, and she can hold me to that
2017 stressin’, it was cold in the flats
2020 still stressin’, I got hold of this cash
Tellin’ me you got me, I don’t know until you show it
If I’m fallin’ would you watch me?
When I’m brawlin’ would you throw it?
Would you love me if I lost it?
Would you call me at my lowest?
Feel like half a million rapper, but still all of me a poet
[Pre-Chorus: AJ Tracey & Aitch]
If my nigga takes an injury, I’m sharin’ my blood
If you make an attempt, I’ll be airin’ a slug
Always helpin’, but nobody wants to help me, it’s rough
Have a brother OD, ’cause it’s never enough (Yo)

[Verse 4: AJ Tracey]
I was out there trappin’, I was servin’ my line
Ain’t been racist in my life, but I was murderin’ white
All my packages are flappin’ like they’re birds in the sky
Hit these beats and keep in snappin’ like a jewel in Dubai
My boys are growin’ crops, no wellington, farm creps
Hangin’ trees, like we’re tryna keep our car fresh
I ain’t talkin’ lyrics, we was tryna make the bar stretch
Now I run up Harrods or I’m spendin’ it in Farfetch

[Verse 5: Aitch]
Yo, R Kid’s on my case, said I gotta keep the bar set
And I ain’t even wrote a bar yet, yeah
Hit the party, grab the brolly from the Rolls Royce
We ain’t tryna get the garms wet
Yo, same kid on the same old shit
M40, 016, same old bits
Tell my brothers, them to win you gotta take those hits
‘Cause success stays forever, but the pains goes quick
[Verse 6: AJ Tracey]
I cop whips from my worker, got the coupe earnin’
Spinnin’ riddims when I’m spittin’ like the booth’s turnin’
I used to have to save for a Nike Tech
Now all this fire’s on the house like the roof’s burnin’
My problem seem big till I got grown up
But now I handle shit like a dog owner
Hella ups and downs, it’s like a stockbroker
Don’t sleep, air beds, get your block blown up