Lyrics:
Girl you naturally bread
From the earth organically fed No perm natty clean it no red
Real black woman mi love how you glow
Your the anerican idol
told the new builder
Sold By Nette my Realtor
I'm grinding and hustling. Stacking it up to the lid
(Where the bag at) It's on the shelf
Been working too
man, made something from nothing
Picture working so hard, and you can't cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What
something I might bring
'Cause the venom in me in enticing
And you tryna run up out of my ring
Did you not hear that ding, ding?
Man Is this your king?
I'm
of this trouble
If they try to book me amo make them pay double
On a cold dark night i was working on my hustle
I mean black people used to be kings they
gassed up, too much butane
Working hard like one day I'll afford the 4-door Porsche
Approaching every corner cautious
Too much shopping, niggas calling
me how to stand on mine and I've been working real hard
And I know niggas who gone lie to keep they name good
They stand around to watch your pockets
help
I go out there and get it all by myself
I'm very consistent sometimes I excell
I need me a woman not just any girl
I'm king I need me Queen
it up catch me in the field
I'm working like hard like everyday we gotta pay a bill.
Instead of even, I strive to be odd
Cuz what’s krillin to a Super
from my city rocking my world.
She's working from nine to five and she my girl.
She tell me she gon pay the bills yeah, everytime I bone her.
I see
like I'm OG King
Wished death upon by many men, like I was 50 Cent
I've been standing out on them street lights, on some foreign engineer
Big booty
place again as hard as I could ride
But I found her by the cradle on that lonely mountainside
In the hands of those brave friends of mine she suffered
place again as hard as I could ride
But I found her by the cradle on that lonely mountainside
In the hands of those brave friends of mine she suffered
I go hard but I’m an artist so by default I’m delicate
You a nobody in life so I wouldn’t expect you to get it
(Verse 4)
Blast a rocket at my opps,
man, made something from nothing
Picture working so hard, and you can't cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What
a kingdom
They just Kings
God designed us as hard as Diamonds
Created with no intention of breaking its like a promise
That we Kings
Full of power respect
way".
He picked all of that cotton.
I said this is about a country boy like myself, B.B.
King you know.
So when he get to Chicago, his cousin meet him
for a cup? Three-fifty
What I payed for a pint? A cheap Civic
You got two ears for a reason, bitch, listen
Somehow I got lean on my BB Simon
How
I'm the one they really want to be
Irrelevant, I give you less attention than a tumbleweed
My headspace been fucked up
I swear I'm working on it
I'm
place again as hard as I could ride
But I found her by the cradle on that lonely mountainside
In the hands of those brave friends of mine she suffered
the way, that's a cute hat
And that smile's so hard to resist
But what's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
You know, I once knew a woman who
working hard everyday,
to earn this.
Don't give reasons!
Look at our neighbor,
her husband is a fortune teller,
and he brings gold coins, every day.
What
turned water into wine
Guess that's why the bible tastes better over time.
Devil working hard up in high positions
Pulling all the strings working through
with a loud lament bore him bleeding to his tent
Groaning from his tortured side, "Pain is hard to bear", he cried
"Oh, but with patience day by day,
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