Lyrics:
lookin' for the fame I see
You only ride where the rangers be
I'm right where the bangers be
I started an agency
You staring-a-aging seeing me
Got you
flow ak ben e King
Tei kholal meuno stand by me
You better know I'm the Keulthieu
Tell what you think about me
Nah Teng ba gui For the culture rebellion
won't cry for you
I won't crucify the things you do
I won't cry for you, see
When you're gone I'll still be Bloody Mary
We are not just art for
the devil up, this industry, we fucking up
Broken is a place for the weak, I swear I've been laced for a week
Man, you gotta play it backwards just to hear
the king lives forever
So that makes me a Victor for life
I don't cry when the hurdles come
I just just Over to the next one
Cos my father the king lives
i'd be the one that they detest
My vocal protest equals a warrant for my arrest
When the fires snuffed out, they never feel the regret
They cry
how many tapes will it take for us to pop, to the top
Cause I'm TRU to this
No Limit, my click we ain't new to this
King George, Young Silkk,
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
(Ben)
(Ben)
(Yes, no, hoho)
(Uh, uh)
(Ben)
(Yes, no, uh)
Hey
Hey, I seen that look on your face (no)
And I was wondering (hoho) were you
away
I have something to prove
There's ten of them
Ten marks
The plan must proceed
Okay, I'll spell it out. F-A-I-L-U-R-E
Lost in transLation
by
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
for me, that's too late
I counted racks all alone
I be the king on the throne
No you can't come in my home
No you can't come in my home
I made
the hood on fire bitch I'm a king call me sire
If you say I don't run my city you a muthafucking liar
Bitch I'm a boss, you a fraud, you cross the line I get
grind
I, ll be on the grind
Been married for a little bit
My wifey on my mind
We walk together living it
(Trip do you take Jess?) She's
A gift God
and Ski
You can ask Rico and E, I'd still love y'all if y'all don't love me
Maybe it is what it seem, my mind been clear since I quit lean
I put barbwire
On the firing line lock, one round load
Ready on the right? Ready on the left?
Ready on the firing line? Watch for your targets
Yeah, yeah, pay
No I don’t ever want to see you cry
On the way up
No more tears
On the way up
No i don’t ever want to see you cry
No i don’t ever want to see
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
to step, I'm a vet making no bets, I'm the king of my city (my city)
But once I go on the run with the cash, then you'll know I'm copping a million (copped
your demise
What? You're surprised all by my size?
It isn't wise, don't try to defy
It's okay to cry you won't survive
I can hang with the guys, seeing
Sometimes I open my eyes and I cry
Watching the signs appear in the sky
Darkness may fall but your promises stand
Fulfilled by your word, the Light
much thinking
MC's are blinking the third eye
When I pass by
Mackalicious got the sweet potato
Fried for you motherfucker
I touch the microphone i do
people and I brought the hood along
Teams why, wings fly, things die but the king's eye people I never seen cry
If you wanna see the mean side just go
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