Lyrics:
I’m juggin in the blazer
K2 card they spray that shit with thrax them niggas licking paper
Smoke a shock you like a laser
Got me geeking with the taser
everybody's talking
In the T with my g
Taking turns with a portion
I'm black an' a white rapper
Morrisson an' Jordan jaykae an' Aitch
I can't shop by myself
kisser, bet yo ass ain't rememberin'
They say my city's tougher than two fat bitches scissoring
So nigga I'm a veteran, retire my letterman
Have K's out
to stop shop, got knocked when I popped the glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
(KE on the track)
No Ceilings
Okay
I got this chrome on this Bugatti
I'm strong in this Bugatti
2 V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in
to debate on, who's your pop and who's not
Or who shot Big and Tupac
Or who this stud fuckin or how much this crew got
That's hoe shit
That ain't me
to penetrate this section or threaten we KILL THEM
[Chorus: x2]
What if?
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O
What if, he is, what he says he is?
The King Of Darkness!
Shyheim (T.M.F. #2)
Twenty-seven (Yea, yea, yea, yea)
Wu-Tang (Stapleton, Killarmy)
Shyheim (T.M.F., Trife the under structure)
Word (What's
the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'cause I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty
the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'cause I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty
they ask me who the girl in the car its jus my baby momma
I don't give a f**k about the hoe!
I sock that b**** in the jaw by surprise and pull the nails
shoot me five
Use it for that dream I guess
Sweeping at the shop collecting green
Pops walking with a lean
Fund his shots in between his 2 o'clock
When you come to down me playa please don't miss
'cause that don't do nothin' but get my trigga finga pissed
If I live I live, if I die it's cool
'cause
Especially when they f**k with me
But when you make your own problems don't run to me
One thing I don't need is redundancy
New house, new cars what we always
give a f@&k like they never even heard
About the TPP or the Federal Reserve
Uncle Sam pulled the wool but I see what you giving me
I know the difference
We cut, produce, and emcee
That's true
You're fucking with a two man crew
We got a run
It's all about having fun
But the countdown
Ends at one
on what the Lord had done
He said: "K-Dot, can you pray for me?
Been a messed up day for me
Know that you anointed
Show me how to overcome"
He was lookin'
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
your flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the tech holes
My dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like
the slugs out
Love don't live here anymore
I artillery dog
Came wit many foes
Spend ya benz is twenty slow
Get to tha house kick in tha door
You
might be the realest sh** I ever wrote
T - I swear to God this my last year being broke
No more being broke
Verse 2: T.U.R.K
Whole lotta fire that's
money so I neva go broke I can't go, oh no no
I said these girls just wanna get f*****
Well maybe I do, yes I do
I'm chillin smokin by the pool
Wit BBM
Woo! Yeah, it's 50, A.K.A. Ferrari F-50, break it down
I got a lot of livin' to do 'fore I die
And I ain't got time to waste, let's make it
You
Woo! Yeah, it's 50, A.K.A. Ferrari F-50, break it down
I got a lot of livin' to do 'fore I die
And I ain't got time to waste, let's make it
You
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