Lyrics:
make it, I'll never let us slack
Man, you always gotta have more than one method in the bag
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money, do
1. Blue Hunnid Talk ft. Kingg Trell
Money talk but it cost to listen (okay okay)
I’m the president of my campaign King Nixon
Cash money is
they ever ask me who my top 3
It's King Bread, followed by a pair of carbon copies
This shit just got me going crazy
I get paid, no time to waste, I
publicity
But we have no cast
But André, have you seen the queue?
Oh, it seems you've got one, too
"Dear André, what a charming gala
Christine
skinned with a vision ain't a thang I lack
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
I done seen kings and queens fold
I done seen big fish, turn to rats, told
Good
Bheka
Nothing reminds me of who I am
I tried to find him in who I'm not
See my type was never in her plans
Manje i-MCM yakhe incel' i-quart
I used
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
Verse 1
Residing in a town where weed is glorified
It was nothing, shit it wasn't weird to see some boys get high
See Ben used to burn some, but
Oh, do I imagine
To be with you in Heaven
The Holy One
O-o-Oh, you are the One
My sins have been undone
By sacrificing your Son
So, we lift up our
When i am with you
Nothing else thus matter
The only true wise king
God of solomon
Who invented wisdom
You are worthy of my praise
You're oba awon
Last Kings gear, man that shit so ill
I just wanna take you girls home
Make a nasty song and put this shit online
We could do it like Kid 'N' Play
Have
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
Looking at
All this rappers Iv been eating
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly
I’m a shot (short) caller
It’s like I’m on the phone with
realised I was the king of the rhyme
I got on the microphone and what do you see huh!
The rest was my legacy
I was born to be the king of the be bop swing
realised I was the king of the rhyme
I got on the microphone and what do you see huh!
The rest was my legacy
I was born to be the king of the be bop swing
you
Do you know
There are slackers there are people who are
Satisfied by delivering everything they have
– with their knowledge
Their financial
that will keep us all afloat
He
could've left me there where I was at
Didn't have to care where I was at
Grace
It was coming in by the pack
Eventhough I
my name
G A B R I E L bitch we ain't the same
Body slammer with the hammer make you hoot and holler
It's a pity Imma strike you down true high flyer
Neighin' making sure my voice is heard
One day we'll be flying with the birds
But for right now all we have are words
The Fat Stallion Fam ain't nothing
hid with Christ in God
I can do all things through Christ
Who took away my sins and erased my past
Am moving upward and forward to my limelight
Nothing
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
Of the one who rules me
That came here with nothing
And conquered the grave
Whose words are a sword and
Whose blood can save
I am the king
A man of reputation
who have to judge you
Vietnam understands what you going through
Lately I've been thinking
About them Ben Franklin's
And I've been drinking trying
’m multi-faceted bitch
Ain’t nothing stoping me
Just like Arthur
An uncrowned king
Survival of the fittest
And let’s admit it
Even from a distance you can feel
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