Lyrics:
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
Ladies
Ladies &
&
Gentlemen
Ronald James
James
James
James
James
James
I Guess I'm supposed to rap
James
Ronald James
This is fricken crazy
Yeah
a cavalier, (I'm King James)
Stealin crown like I'ma buccaneer,
(no Tampa Bay,)
Fresh out da wash, dey say Kearmera's too clean, I'm da sheet, they can't sleep
and clashed in the dark inn yard
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be
and bound her
To the foot of her narrow bed
Two of them knelt at the casement
With muskets at their side
There was death at every window
Hell at one dark
Mazdas, Tammy and Natasha
The menage-a-trois is at my crib
Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin' 50
Sacks in the back of Ac's
Windows cracked, so sit back relax
racing while time passes by
(Staring out the window)
Usually have so much on my mind
(Staring out the window)
Stuck right here just fucked up and high
Aye yall
This is DJ Drew
And I'm bout to get into a new record
By man Big Haze produced by King James
The One
Uh my bitches hella photogenic
then but this real money bitch
Ha ha hah, ohh
King size papers, king size bed
Niggas blow money but I'd
Rather keep mine instead
Roll something nigga,
to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her
and bound her
To the foot of her narrow bed
Two of them knelt at the casement
With muskets at their side
There was death at every window
Hell at one dark
I'm here by myself instead
Looking stupid in my king size bed
She's in my head, and she's in my dreams
Thinking maybe she'll come back to me, but
fan
This is Stan
My tea's gone cold
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
hugging sluts, playing booty tag
You one of the fags
doing girl pushups, playing double dutch
Born king and im not a prince
Fuck in a bed, won't fuck in
laying
In the hospital they shared the same room
Both fighting health obstacles
The first patient had his bed by the window
He could see outside and feel
of a white Chevy Tahoe
She's a little up there, down here
Puts a little King James in my John Deere
Thank the Lord the girl's got my back
Hangs her halo
There's a cigarette burn
On the table by the bed
And a king James bible
That's never been read
If walls could talk
Man, the stories they'd tell
days off
I'm King James when it's playoffs, I'm Steph Curry when it's playoffs,
I'm ballin' hard like the playoffs I'm ballin' hard like the playoffs
slime a middle
And Ranti forner
who pulled pearls by
rope to throne
the King by
the roll in the
forest of averseas?
Not everseas, be seas
Creep
in them cages
Don't you get in my way cuz you ready know how my aim is
Turn all my street niggas to some king's Lebron James'n (Aye aye)
Woke up and I
or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky
With the window of the red eye
Let the lead fly, on some G. Rap shit, "livin' to let die"
This morning, I
or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky
With the window of the red eye
Let the lead fly, on some G. Rap shit, "livin' to let die"
This morning, I
can hear this know that've I've been touched by
“Copperline” maybe a million times
Memories under a new moon shine
It's okay to like James Taylor
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