Lyrics:
it, yeah
From Newark to BX to Queens
Came back, man, we say "Who next?" Yeah, yeah, yeah
Toast to the kings, yeah
Toast to the queens up in here,
the M-I-crooked
Just to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi
I put a studio in my partner kitchen
So by the way I'm whippin you would think I'm
a lesson
About to turn up for the year
No problem
Now I don't know where I'm going
If you looking for the money
Just follow
Cant my live my life by
I keep them by my chest
You know we will never rest
Not tryna be puff off that ledge
We really ain't kid with this one
Stew gang gonna
Sweep you
wanna see the city now
Places to go can't sit me down
Now my Life's A Trip like Trippie's album
I just wanna whip for fifty hours
Lots in my life
the mold
By any mean necessary Malcolm in his prime
Messianic verses turning water into wine
A martyr for my people put my body on the line
Here to open up
seems
Life ain't real as it seems
Rockstar, ripped my jeans
Pop-star, iced my piece
Dead man praying for the peace
King
Thank you for joining us again
would sue me niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style
And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas'
Kings and help the people around us. If you made it This far into the ALBUM want to thank you, it means alot that you spent your time with me and hearing
with my next release
CUT THE CHECK, I suggest you invest in extra ink
My next album should raise the brow of every man, woman and child
And today, I
by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my
a Fresh Prince
Nigga I'm a young king, nigga I'm a Bun B
I go hard, ask my broad
Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin' at y'all (she can't see)
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question the suggestion was made
The foundation
a mile, then try to smile, reproached by all the rest
Faced by strife all walks of life, these kings they face the test
Finally, someone let him out of his
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
livin' my life like a king, maybe one day
Until then I'm livin' Monday through Sunday
Bringin' the Gunplay for all these beefs and battles
When we
like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem
A bitch that holler 'bout "fuck me?"
Nah, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch
A bitch that
a dream I had bricks like transporter
Change my life like Steph Curry in the fourth quarter
What if you drove by a playground and witness
Michael Jordan
a commodity but dick sell better
Went from dickies and house shoes to Invicta on my wrist
I got Bobby by the pound, King of SC
DJ Skrew up in the gallon, bitch
I need blue
Blue faces, Yeah I need blue
Blue faces, Yeah I need blue
New bracelet, Yeah I need two
New bracelet, Yeah I need two
King Mufasa couldn’t
Dre but now address me as King Skie
Boy you know you seen me, I heard you try to be me (Me!)
You know I had these bitties on my roster, in a 3-peat (All
Grass stays green
Sky stays blue
What about me
What about you
Touchin' on some mountains
Like the map is topographic
You just pulled my card
Yeah,
ocean wide
I could cross the burning desert
If I had you by my side
I could be a king, dear, uncrowned
Humble or poor, rich or renowned
There is
ocean wide
I could cross the burning desert
If I had you by my side
I could be a king, dear, uncrowned
Humble or poor, rich or renowned
There is
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