Lyrics:
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin', Amar'e
A nick' sold in the park then I want in
What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown
Everything by grace oh all of the things by grace oh
Every little thing by grace oh all by the grace of God e e oh
Everything by grace oh all of the things by
and your the team captain
Quaterbackin', Quarterbackin'
Gotta little change and ya drivin' a range
Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin'
If ya sound system
an di lane an round di ben
World dance is di name an di title
Do by di dumb, di deaf di blind and di cripple
An I don't know why black wizard love it
And the single mothers raisin' kids anyway she manage faith's advantage
I watched my mama struggle everyday and face disaster
My father figure was Ben Frank and my
hit the Isle
Nothing free, not even style
Free Vezzo, yeah let him out
King of my city, man, feel like I'm Coretta child
I'm my mama's son, I gotta
to mama
Cause papa wanna put a little salsa in his vodka
I can snap and tick, tac, tow you to my horse
There'll be no
Reasonable discourse
Becoming king
kneel and bob on standby like Ben E. King
Flexing a fake Date Just you lust for petty things
I flex good genes, my baby face will make Kenny sing
Pause
My
Carlo choppin' on pirelli
I'm all about my bread and my cheese like a deli
I'm a Wild boy like Stewie off a Family Guy
Shoot you in your head, use my mama
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
feels perfect
We both need church, so let's pop a little E then hit Sunday Service
Yeah, that trick was twerkin', I should've known my fate
Once I found
my problem as long as it works
I'm trynna teach my little brothers to build up from the porch
Ain't no need to jump it off gotta feed mama first
That's
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yo, Soundz, I hear you, man
Usher
Yeah, and this it right here
Queen B, yeah, yeah
I'm the king, y'all know that (Usher,
point from J.R's the purest
We got that play hard endurance
We here to stay, y'all the tourists
The king on his throne, now it's on
Kyrie just
remind me just how far we came
Bridge:
All your statues and false kings
Will crumble underneath my feet PELIOS
Verse: 2
Lies told to your baby mama
Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo
Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo
We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce
Fourteen years
24karat, yeah cause mama sing
Or wait s**t h*e I think I rap
B****es always pressed
Lexi all about them stacks
Lemme tell you wassup'
It's the miss I'm
Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin', Amar'e
A nick' sold in the park then I want in
What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown
drawn by Shirt Kings
I been fuckin' they hustle, married to a racket
Since the first Air Jordan's and Starter jackets
I slept with a package, under
(all said and done)
All I know is keep goin', run, nigga, run (run)
Mama told me, "Never fold, run, nigga, run" (run)
Like Jenny told Forrest Gump,
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
[Chorus]
I'm sorry Ms.
like the bullets that whizzed by
Running for blocks in the night, but never did die
Things go shaky and I'm sane more lately
But I guess mama
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