Lyrics:
Yea, I ain't go too deep
Just to tell you I'll
Be the king by the end of the week
Exit the stage to your left
Take that front row seat
You've been
want to see
I never sleep they call me night king
My beard is getting scruffy I feel like a Viking
Motivated by the bars it gets enlightening
I'm loosing
let off shots
I leave the house protected when
Up in the block
XL magazine hangin' off the Glock
I stop by OG Beanie for to get some purple
I got a lot
it's making me hear unclear
But making me more aware for when y'all niggas come here
The bottles on and you a gun fool for years
Uncle
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask
King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags
Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
Fifth out,
a bunch of stupid ass bitches in-game
And what did I mean by being in-game
Nothing
I mean It's kinda cool to be acting a fool
شقاعد اقول؟ Anyways I'm
Emilonmanpeni
BadmanUAlreadyKnow
Ohyeah DonTizzy
OluwaJB gangan
Emilonmanpeni Jelo
Oshaamo
Man I give thanks er'day
Man are looking for money anyway
Omo e hard to believe
Me I sabi say you want make i dey Reason happy songs
But you no go won vex for me
I'm full of crappy thoughts
And I know say e
anyway, yeah
Thought you were the mountain king
Waiting real still for the phone to ring
But you blocked 'em all with your attitude
You were the one who
're grievin)
(You was jealous, it's all your fault)
(Got beef? What a pity)
(You was jealous, it's all your fault)
[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
Back for the payback,
who're tripping
I know and it shows, I can look at your nose
And just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o
On the downlow
On the downlow
rim size. That bitch damn near lop sideded
So many God damn hundreds that Ben Frank look cock eyed
Chillin with my nigga P.O.P.E. Don King and we in
She got faith in us and such a hunch
But bih who believe that
Who's really tripping
When I'm standing on my own
How u found a king
When I'm sitting
our love, for our future
But guess I was really blind
Anyway I gotta tell you
That it really doesn't matter now
Don't care where you are
Who you with
whole organization for makin
Wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement
You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer,
by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
Three years for carrying
The Rock tipping flipping,
Can not hear my vocal whipping
The slipping inside
The mention is why
But it doesn't matter anyway
You try my brain
the heir
Of this rap game, you bitches only stand and stare
Pint of red in my cup? That's a no-no
I make you spill a pint of red when I blow doe
Call me king
Alright dig this man, I'm sick of all these punk motherfuckers in this rap game
You know what I'm sayin? "What's happenin' fool?"
I'm sayin' these fools
on buses
Trust this, put King Midas' touch to use
He grabbed my bead necklace now I'm rockin truck jewels
When lightin' struck Ben Frank's kite and sent
I'm an only child anyway
This is how it's always been, live it everyday
They see the look up in my eyes and they get afraid
So I'm all by myself here
You gotta color in the lines before you capture that visual
It take time for you to be a chief I’m speaking in general
I’m not perfect by far
But I’m
and Pimp see you know they down wit us
Black Rob and Eightball, down wit us
M.J.G. you know he down wit us
B-Legit and E-Feezie down wit us
My nigga
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