Lyrics:
heart of a king
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll
I’m da truth, you see da real in my eyes
I ain’t neva tried to drip (Can’t even drip & shit, y?)
Flip flops on I’m tryna take me a trip
My heart like
you Ride for me
Would you Ride for me
Lost in thought
Another preliminary hearing
Why catch me high
When I ain't recognize no ceiling
My worth decided
your heart you're divine
Go with the middle path nigga that's mine
Mesmerized by the twinkle in the eye of a child of God
Mesmerized by the twinkle in
lettin` me make an album (huh)
The outcome is ill, when I grip the steel
Don`t be mad at me (why?), if you ain`t got no skill
No questions, no second
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
The love in your heart Start a relation
Knocking balls out the park they'll Show you Ovations
Like riding a bike
Just gotta get your timing right
My guy was
You was fake from the start
I'm just tryna ball told my niggas play they part
Y'all was on the field but I was trapping at the park
Streets lights
Sipping liquor like it all right
I take the liquor straight
I chase it wit' a blunt of trees
Thinking bout them Summer nights
Reminded by the Summer
me some Airs
My uncle died, my daddy did too
Paralyzed by the pain, I can barely move
My nephew gone, my heart is torn
Sometimes I look to the sky,
DNA
I got demons, pain and enemies inside my DNA
I got passion, guts and action tucked inside my DNA
I got pints of Michael Jackson's blood inside my
of Pop
We've no doubts about it
(No doubts about it)
His music pumps up our heart-beats
We'll always stand by him
(Stand by him)
He's the man we've always
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
Over 21 still a savage
No drive by walk out and blast em
Make em dance like Michael Jackson
I need a poetic Janet Jackson
Be yo Pac give you thug passion
It's been two years, man
Of, of, of waitin'
Man
[Michael Jackson:] "Can it be I stayed away too long"
[Murs:]
From my supporters and my
towels (ok)
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok)
They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok)
Money
I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the money lookin
an album
Got another one coming
Making money off these n*****
When they try to play the
I messed up, let me try again
Baby girl, I don't know what you
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
beats
So, I can just spit my raps
Then write songs with a message
That's so strong
And finally come
Out with my album
That seems so long
I told y'all
I
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
broke the barriers
So fuck all y'all, praise Allah
It's my perog' like Bobby bruh
Massages by Nautia
In my castle like Mario
I get in shit, my heart
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
Y'all is dead weight, less great, always getting second place
I tend to race ahead of pace, dipping while I'm dressed in Bape
Then they chase,
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