Lyrics:
white, Madonna white, hit me you tryna find the white
These key sales could get me shells like Obama wife
So I hold the llama tight, send you to Satan
soldier shit
Keep on servin' 'em, 'cause you know we do work
Mashin'' in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up
Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask
King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags
Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
Fifth out,
could hit me with intent to sell
I get bent as hell, cuz on the mic you know the gent is swell
Plus I own, don't rent to dwell
Most others tryin' for
mehr C.R.e.a.m. Machen als Ben & Jerry's
Life is sweet, Peanutbutter Jelly Sandwich
Dresscode Para, mehr Nettozaster als Death-Row-Youngster
Back from
I'm in beast mode
Any King l'ma dethrone
You a pond I'm a sea storm
Stepping up to me
Get your feet blown
You wouldn't last a sleep in my peace zone
I
Treat you like a good time
As we bash
And band together
Light as a feather
Contrast my hit weight
Shocked so they scream
"WAIT"
Nah compare to me
This
I ain't worried about tweets
Ain't no other sound just the car as it creaks
And the soft top roof, I ain't sitting in the seats
Treat the back seat,
in my presence
Thinking I’m soft done turned me into a lethal weapon
Ima king amongst peasants
This the rap rapture,
Taken this shit by force son
I am unstoppable, nothing impossible
Album impeccable, touring while winning as me
Years in the game and I do it so easily
"I'm a Celebrity" called
the one in black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me
two to the jugular, blood be spreadin
All on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin
Bitches hit me off more than New Edition
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet,
won’t listen bruh
I’m doing me aint to time to come chill with ya
It’s the motherfucking King in the bitch
And nobody see me out because I been
let's face reality
Punks and lack originality
No rap ability, total futility
Sounds like some other
Another brother? My ears are killin' me
Then prevails
the facts
Album mode left but it's back
The crew and me stick to the task
Bushtrail like theirs cooch on our path
Austi Spumante in my glace while I take your
me snap him in two
And fight fire with electric and shock
Him out of his shoes charlie, that's me!
I'll get you hit before it hit's
Don't ask me about
Funny shit about it, niggas wanna hit me, forget about it
Thug shit I'm still livin' y'all niggas just spit about it
I rob and stomp niggas 2/3rd of my
turn me up in they stereo
Look,
Young king in the royalty courts
I stand tall like Yao Ming
All my enemies short
And I kill em of course
This the rap
a beat, scrape the ground, hit the floor, grab your tits
Take control be the show, let these other ladies know
You're the queen I'm the king, nobody
of wicked high society
Eating from a tree of good and evil philosophy
Ultra MK LSD supposedly
Officially canceled by Congress in nineteen seventy
Until they
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
talk 'bout nothin'
I'm the sickest with this shit
You know how I'm comin'
I go ape, but I'm still king of the jungle
Before I stand down, gotta put me
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
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