Lyrics:
wack, they all see me
Warm up two like some hot car seats
By the end of this year, I'll buy a TV
I'll be on TV, on a tall HD
I'm living that life and I
the album, now you born again
Dry devils, come up wet devils, let the story begin
Is it, five bibles or five rifles, pray them down or shoot them dead
I hang
A king amongst kings…
Look
Smokey the Bear would love y'all niggas cuz nothing y'all do is fire
Your lead single I won't even write it, it's not
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
to Rodney King, I got they ass in slaughter
Insane is what I am
I'm like Silence of the muthafuckin' Lambs
Ganksta NIP ain't no bragger-boaster
Migraine
Hit them with the four-kick spin
They're silly and scared
Running on a forfeit ting
Hearing impaired, thinking I'm a Nordic King
We fought the cowards
Uh, hold up smoke something bitch, uh, uh
Everybody want to know why the album was late
I was waiting for whitey to
Get fucking paper straight
I'm
the chosen king
Now everybody trynna get ahold of me
It's interesting, that they'll never get close to me
So vocally, that's social distancing
When my album
we got a creed)
Feel like King Arthur
If you try break my path
I will destroy you
I live by the sword I die by the sword
There won't be no complicity
R.I.P. Ty-Ro may he rest in peace
He died 9 years ago when his album released
I'm not sure anybody heard it when it hit the streets
It had a cute
Guided by the strange birds with blue feathers
Sometimes depression visits and that's when I use my wrist as a canvas
And let these powerful emotions flow
I ain't do this beat much justice on the last album, so
I assembled some of the best rappers I know
To bring it justice
This some tune. AMi shit
It's
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
on the white walls, do a design in the droplets
Psycho what you might call, but my mind is spotless
Do you like Phil Collins, have you ever heard this album
and audits
We bored wit ch-ya
Quick to hit ya
With the war whip
Scripture mister Forbes list
A bigger figure from a poor nigga
A lot of y'all names I
the women they wanna dance and frolic
You was a winner well now the grands in pockets
Now you get rants and audits
We bored wit ch-ya
Quick to hit ya
a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
my own universe, don't disrespect by comparing me to stars.
Rap king and god
Niggas always wanna talk wins, but get quiet when we bringing up a loss
No I’m not picking up
No I’m not giving up
No I don’t give a fuck
No I don’t miss your love
No I won’t hit you up
No I won’t stick to one
No I
we've come a long way (look)
Uh (REAS')
Niggas want my old shit (ooh), buy my old album (yeah)
And tell your favorite rappers, "Come see me and peep
first deal, wasn't no mill
Barely had a dollar to my name and I was broke by day two
Doing all types of songs, they were jammin, don't get me wrong
But my
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
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