Lyrics:
As a real man will
I can't die by my design
I hope I die with my hands filled
Come and see
With the blessings of the King
Not strapped to an anvil-
a leave on a new chapter
Suffocated by my past
I could hardly breathe
Use make bad choice over past things
Had a chip on my shoulder where's the angels
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
Sometimes I'd rather be blind
All the things that they're saying and doing
When they pass me by just fills me up with noise
It overloads me
I wanna
Wine and go low oh
Break it sown low on slow ma
Gemmi that 2 by two
I ready full ground for you
Obaby na cash i follow
Step into the club with
You think bein' meek is weak, huh?
You try bein' meek for a week. Ain't that right, ya?
I go by K to the second letter
But my name is a second
About that action
Break your head in two like he working on fractions
This is madness
Look into his eyes see straight blackness
And the fact is
He come
I was at the mall, sippin' on a milkshake
Playin' the wall, takin' a break
Admirin' the girls with the bamboo earrings
Baby hair and bodies built
that it's not a burden, why?
Because I rap in cursive
They treat my lyrics like the Bible
The OG and the King James Version
This colloquial
My verses
I'm a savage
I'm smoking OG straight out the package
You can't tell me anything, I'm a savage
Now I'm living like a king, they stuck in sadness
She
im the s*** f*** that we bout to break in LOUD
BLACKAA!
Yea yea yea
My b**** to bad
Swear tuh gawd ain't no nigga can walk pass
Surrender the flag
She
break ties with you niggas, then pay tithes for you niggas
Los Angeles king, I will no fly zone you niggas
Take a Caravan and Impalas and drive to you
Cannes
Last disciples
Got to break bread with my man's
No please sir
No checks
Put the money in em bags
Irritated by the fake love
Your boarding gate
with angel wings I just want to be her king
Baby pulling my heart strings heart break like a symphony
Baby girl with angel wings I just want to be her
is high and we flyin' up in it
We want the moon as our ice and we'll get it
All of my fabric got diamonds in linen
I am the king and it's time to admit
position
A demolition, where rappers catch a bad decision, huh
I start to swingin it, puttin my bad thing in it
Soon as I start flingin it, girls'll
Yeah
Yeah
I take my time with the shit
I'm trying vibe in this bitch
I might just ride with your chick
I might just take off
And break and layoff
coochie why would I put it in her but
Iced out baby she a iced out slut
Break down the game I ain't turning down for nun
Took my 4by4 to the ring
Cross
So strong my face is
You punch break fingers
Kick me you're limping
Stab me you're bleeding
I am be furious now
You say the bad word at me
You
you no more
Bitch I been blessed with this luck
Like a charm
And I do this for all the above
I'm out here doin' bad
But know that I'm good
Try so hard
Start the game ill ring the bell
No turning back I'm in the ring
Hear all the people are the best
But there can only be one king
Drop glass ill
you walkin')
She be on her quick shit not with the drama (With the drama)
Got me by the belt now bad lil' mama (Lil mama)
Took me to the bedroom she got
trip, it wasn't that bad
I ain't them niggas that's bout to complain
And start bitching bout things I ain't never had
I know what it is when you focused
timing
Kick the truthful rhyming
They goin crucify with
Life beyond behind these bars tryna reduce the time and
Ima true survivor bout to break the silence
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