Lyrics:
a few songs now I'm laying in bed and
All I can think is how my brain is shredded, hearing my album is something you've dreaded
Like Proof at The Shelter,
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no one
Nigga, she want me like Givenchy
In
you acquire those Alaia's
When I met you I heard Jesus, bells, strings, and the choir
I got lines that's better than niggas' albums, plural
The king
I think she meant that life isn't passing me by (Passing me by)
But that I'm passing life too fast for me to realize
All we love one day will seize
sleep)
By the time I’m done mercking this song we gonna need to find somebody to clean it up
Yeah
First album debut uh (Let's go)
Gonna blow like a nuke uh
Who done left their kid behind and sent a check
Cause they can't bother, real shit
I was raised by my brother and my mother
I'm unique, every problem
I keep on living em out
Keep living em out
KING
Look at me now
Look at me now
I bet you probably sick of me now
You sick of me now
These classics I
more
My squad took ya spot knocked you off
This is champion Sound you getting bucked down
Recognize the kings all you snakes getting shut down
By
Geld wie Beats by Dre
Ich verdeal mein Tape, denn ich rapp straighter als der Rest
Wenn du nicht gewusst hast wer der King ist ja dann weißt du's jetzt
wie Beats by Dre
Ich verdeal mein Tape, denn ich rapp straighter als der Rest
Wenn du nicht gewusst hast wer der King ist ja dann weißt du's jetzt
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Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
fucking stand it
Court fees, bought pleas, nigga where's your fucking manners
How you hatin' on us, but claim the king of NY?
These niggas ain't fit
of Cawdor coming for the king, bitch, better look out (Oh)
Then I told them I had album of the year they said it was profound
Listen to the sound (what, what)
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
What you know about the South, get on it
If it's money to be made, then I want it
A lick to be hit, so you know I'm gonna hit it
A dollar to be made,
And your boy been ballin', nigga been brawlin'
Nigga been haulin', nigga been lordin'
Terrorize set by section, Tha Liks'll make a killin'
They mention King
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album
of a magazine ain't even got a album out
Hop at da streets my delete cuh my hits out
Now I'm da one everybody wanna talk about
Hustle hard ball harder dats wat I
is my impetus in this instance
Cause I been missing by distance
I'd like to call myself king of this but I am barely a Prince
So my namesake I naysay
and a king
Some people never get a chance
Different emotions because I met that girl in France
Before the age of seven they program your mind
People don’t read
you know we here to win, I might take your bitch and Might as well go make a demon kid
Brodie is a clown, it's like he got made up by Stephen King, ay,
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