Lyrics:
lucky, if you get pulled a king
I was shut out for most my life
Now I bug out when I host tonight
This rap game, I gotta hold it right?
I'm supposed to,
damn mouth
Walk down on them broad daylight, it ain't no funny, no drive-by
I'm cool on the love and the high-fives
You niggas can't keep up with my
want to thank my man Baby Chris, you know what I mean?
Helped me put this Mr. Smith...Mr.Smith album together
Make it hot, know I'm sayin'?
Thank
tryin' to make
Albums spittin' my style
And they don't even realize that I
Notice they stealing Nas' shit
I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie
My
Ayeeee Ayeee
It's just so marvelous to be here right now man, hah
2020 shit
Let's go, let's go
My man King Jeff gonna come back in a minute and uh
I aint shaking hands my dap meter at zero
No kings, no saints, no motherfucking heroes
Abuela talking peace but I aint ready to hear those
Words
That go by smooth
And have them singing bow ties blues
From trying to convince the world to download my tunes
To getting straight stares from some cross
depression
Just starting that chick fully charged it
My soul is his target
Partially consumed by his darkness
Should I fight it or give up and die quick
I'm
you'd stay
I'll just put on my favorite beach boys album
And cry my blues away
She was the reason I was singing
But then she took with her my song
So now
KRS-One, the master of the verb and noun ah
Jump in the dance and my skin is yes browner
Kings, mash up, crown
Queen, rip up, dancehall gown ah
Every
Know I'm a king Imma sit on my throne
2% blinging did that on my own
2% blinging, my neck know it's stinging
My wrist full of ice and my heart made
the niggas who ain’t fuckin wit me
Imma go find other niggas who will
Bitch I’m a king at the top of my hill
Know some fake niggas who always gon steal
But
a king fa dat
Seen us on da gram
Baby daddy mad
I feel you
You gave her ya rib
But no baby back
I woke up this morning with a clearer vision
Bitch by my
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
How they say I'll never make it i ain't even done
Don't need your 2 cents need blue faces by the ton
Tsai shen I'm his Son
Asian god with the funds
da mother 4 king truth (Woo woo woo woo)
I'm da mother 4 king truth (Yaaah)
I'm da mother 4 king truth (Woo woo woo woo)
everybody knows dat my bars
learn
From young boy are don turn to man
Thousand degree are they shine lek san
Way you tok but rap na get the farm
Green white and blue me are rep this
got problems on problems and bottles don’t solve em I really got nothing to lose
Coping by smoking and smoking the dope
And just hoping the rope don’t
serving
I'll be on my grind till they call me the king
Staying true to myself, till I fall prey to all of the bling
Get all the rings and things I don't
As fast as Sonic
He said it's Alright by
The one and only Logic
Thinking about it
Makes me feel so nostalgic
The under pressure
Album was so fantastic
My
I’m making some king fu movez
Like imma a kung fu master
I’m following kung fu rules
Like my name is Po the Panda
Ain’t usin no extra tools
My flow
slum computer wizard
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards
The wildlife that kills for ice trife, like by the digits
Gorillas injected with
keep a 30 like Steph, you better duck
Mask on my face like I'm Rip
Cash cover me like a quilt
I come equipped, blue tips inside of my clip
You'll
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