LBS Kee’vin – Diverse (ft. NoCap) (Audio, Video)

Listen, Mp3 Download, Stream, Buy and read the lyrics to “Diverse” by LBS Kee’vin featuring NoCap. The song was produced by JustDre.

Lbs Kee’vin Diverse (ft. Nocap)

Every now and then, a Soundcloud repost actually results in something fire. T-Pain is among the artists utilizing his Soundcloud profile to help up and coming artists by doing reposts (this probably comes at a cost though, to be clear), and one of the artists he reposted today is fellow Florida native LBS Kee’vin. It’s unclear what their affiliation together is, if anything, but the song intrigued me enough to check out more from the up and comer and do a couple of light Googles on him– apparently he’s just signed to Visionary Records, an imprint under the Sony umbrella Columbia Records. This appears to be his first single under the label.

According to his Soundcloud profile, LBS Kee’vin is a native of Pensacola. “Diverse” is a collaboration with NoCap that puts both artists’ melodic tendencies on display. It’s a banger with production that wouldn’t sound out of place for any new-generation-artist in the vein of NBA Youngboy. It’s littered with jittery piano keys and busy drums, with vocals, tinged in auto-tune. Check it out and let us know what you think.

LBS Kee’vin – Diverse (ft. NoCap) (prod. JustDre)

Lyrics

[Intro: NoCap]
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: NoCap]
I sip Hi-Tech (I sip Hi-Tech)
I don’t need no ref (I don’t need no ref)
They know I ball (They know I ball)
I don’t need no scale (I don’t need no scale)
Yeah, fell in love with tools, if they play, we kill everyone
I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns

[Chorus: NoCap]
Why you trust no one? I got my reasons
I pull up Hellcat, tryna leave these demons, yeah
I treat all my hoes just like the last one
Leave the mic in the studio, I’m back countin’ Jacksons
My hood like wide hips, you can’t pull up on this side
We been jumpin’ gates, run from narcs, I don’t get tired
Margielas ain’t got no lace but somehow we got mob ties
Cartiers, I can’t see, but the coupe came with frog eyes

[Verse 1: LBS Kee’vin]
When the light’s on my mouth, hit colors, ain’t nothin’ for me to leave a bitch on read (Yeah, yeah)
Inside of the coupe peanut butter, I still’ll never give a bitch no bread (Yeah, yeah)
From the trap to a entertainer, still’ll get him touched for what he said (Touched, get him touched)
In the hood servin’ undercovers, how else was we gon’ get fed? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m picky with all these bitches like I dig in they nose, they know how it go (They know how it go)
My last name ain’t Jenkins, they heard I’m havin’ all the ‘bows and they tryna score
Make money from music and trappin’ like Djay and Roach, I call it Hustle and Flow (Yeah, yeah)
I’m a don in my city ’cause I want it more (I want it more, yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: NoCap]
I sip Hi-Tech (I sip Hi-Tech)
I don’t need no ref (I don’t need no ref)
They know I ball (They know I ball)
I don’t need no scale (I don’t need no scale)
Yeah, fell in love with tools, if they play, we kill everyone
I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns

[Chorus: NoCap]
Why you trust no one? I got my reasons
I pull up Hellcat, tryna leave these demons, yeah
I treat all my hoes just like the last one
Leave the mic in the studio, I’m back countin’ Jacksons
My hood like wide hips, you can’t pull up on this side
We been jumpin’ gates, run from narcs, I don’t get tired
Margielas ain’t got no lace but somehow we got mob ties
Cartiers, I can’t see, but the coupe came with frog eyes

[Verse 2: LBS Kee’vin]
I’m the modern day Loc Dog ’cause I keep extensions like [?][2:00]
They callin’ me Kee’vin Manning, I been throwin’ dick and all these bitches receivin’
September baby, I was born in the fall, so bitch is you stayin’ or leavin’?
We argue ’cause she wanna fuck in the mornin’, I wanna fuck in the evenin’
My dick better than heroine, I inject in her body and I leave her fiendin’
See a opp and we don’t dare run, we’ll put him on Fox, call him Willie Beamen
Clip taller than Megatron, hit him with a bullet, now he out for the season
Lil’ nigga, don’t give me a reason (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: NoCap]
I sip Hi-Tech (I sip Hi-Tech)
I don’t need no ref (I don’t need no ref)
They know I ball (They know I ball)
I don’t need no scale (I don’t need no scale)
Yeah, fell in love with tools, if they play, we kill everyone
I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns

[Chorus: NoCap]
Why you trust no one? I got my reasons
I pull up Hellcat, tryna leave these demons, yeah
I treat all my hoes just like the last one
Leave the mic in the studio, I’m back countin’ Jacksons
My hood like wide hips, you can’t pull up on this side
We been jumpin’ gates, run from narcs, I don’t get tired
Margielas ain’t got no lace but somehow we got mob ties
Cartiers, I can’t see, but the coupe came with frog eyes