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like I'm Cyrus the Great

Run that shit back, bitch run that shit back
Pulled up to the scene with a couple hundred racks
Racing to the money like I'm

V1
All of my bars bullets
My flow is as go as a full clip
All my atlanta nigga
Da coolest
All my miami niggas
Da rudest
I'm jesus my nigga
You Judas

Call me Jotaro, I'm a star and all my shit go platinum
Ain't told no lie but I'll get to cappin' when I up this Magnum
You know I'm always in

of foreigns
Went from living in a cage and eating big spreads
To living lavish and eating steak and lobster from 5 star restaurants
Would you look at me now I

Yea y'all know what time it is man
King C.P, featuring LG3
Produced by that nigga Wavy Fuego
Let's get it
You would think I move in slow motion, I do

back till there's a shootin' star passin by 

Even then we looking up into the sky
Never giving up till the world thinks that I'm that guy
That wanna

난 꿈이 래퍼인적 없어 랩 하기로 마음먹으면 걍 래퍼
3 point 5 gotta puff puff pass, my eyes so red, (bro feds come)
anybody hit me if u wanna smoke smoke bitch
놈들이 자꾸 나를

mighty mo
I got the p’s by the load, to all these G.I’s I’m Joe, shoot a nigga just like Chi Ali if it’s smoke
Chocolate bitch with white toes sexing me

Face to face body to body eye to eye
They faked on me but I wasn't taken by surprise
My main homies the only people i idolize
And I get deady from

timing
Wont talk to much, fucking up yo lining
X pills to grillz, i be shinning
From X pills to grillz, i be shinning
Cook em' in the pot, five star meals

the clique right by me, rolling wit the whole militia
We gon' hit ya, roll you like some sushi, that's a bitch banquet
If you got a death wish well my boy

love if you get 100 at a time
I don't need no gps I can get there by the signs
Riding with somebody bitch I dont know she ain't mine
Gotta a plug

a fuck about no father

Smokey Mary J, give me power Wham Tejada
Double mint, bottled water, on a hoe I'm super cool
He crashing out by that bitch again,

cause I'm an ape

You know we them stars, why the fuck you think I copped some Bape?
Bitch, I'm high in Mars, cause I got some battle scars
12 trim', in

Yeah I got demons, I ain't talking about no car
I might aim for the moon that's tragic
But I'm shotting shit to the stars
They call me an addict
By

(huh)
I'm on a mission I'm about to go far
I took a sip now I'm lit in the car
Shades on my face now I look like a star
How many times did I told

presence
Waking up everyday
Man this shit a blessing
Danny Glover with this mic
That bitch a lethal weapon
Never trust too many
So if they by my side
All my

used to have faith in the plan
5 star service for the eater
Ain't trynna be dramatic but I need her
Only tell you one time like Bieber
I had to trade my

a bad bitch but to me, that ain't a big loss
Hit pause, need to take a break, a pit stop
My drip drops, l switch any flow, like flip flops

My work like

Got yo bitch bitting on ma lip
Shooting by mufuckas from below ma hip
I fucked yo bitch now time to dip
Punani in two pieces got it ripped
Puff after

the ocean
Running in place, boy, that ain't motion
That P.E. shit, I ain't coaching
Five-star draft, got em jumping like Jordan
Leader of the new school, told

oh nah nah
And this bitch done did me slime I can't even fucking lie
Save me, save me
I put my feelings in these songs But they be thinking it's

of that product only time you kiss and tell
5 star rating better ask my clientele
He tweaking like why you don’t see me I be high as hell
I could tell if

Y'all go suck a dick and play with balls like volley just like a bitch
Walk in the party, that shit was litty
Walked in with $200, left with $1,050
Come