Lyrics:
blood My uncle great I got to show him love
For showing me the way
Treating me just like a son
He was that father figure when I ain't had one
All them
the status of these monsters
They hide them in your textbooks so lux
Tell me my ancestors warriors for bucks
Sold a whole country for nothing but trade
Ooo no
for shoes
Fuck your Republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?
And streets act as a narrator, don't gotta
your thang one time for me, (Then repeat, repeat, repeat)
Fill my gla** one time for me, (Then repeat, repeat, repeat)
I'm even talkin' to the girls
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
beams and creams couldn't embellish it
Smoothness of your hues proof you in tune with the elements
Truly we're enthused at being blessed with your
"King Larry! Do me harder!"
Now the table start to wobble
"King Joey, do me faster!"
Speed Demon, like from Marvel
Whoop!
Country boy really
Know how
real
Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real
I touched down in '86, knew I was the man by the age
what's up?
Legends, what's up?
Just love me baby just love me baby
Yeah (yeah)
To all my Houston Texas country muffins
Baby let me hit that liquor
victimized by these crooked guys
These crazy snakes are wolves in sheep's disguise
All they want is your vote but they don't hear the cries
Lemme tell you
where I love
I gotta fly when I run
I'm the one, chosen
Passed Go
Spook by the door
Last low was last low
I get more
True core is power from your source
he paid
Gave his life instead of yours and mine by that he cleared the debt
Cos the paycheck of all sinners like you and me is really death
He took
on blitz
Thought you niggas was the shit
Why you acting like a bitch?
Pop a bottle for your chick
Now she caught up in the glitch
True winners never quit
gotchu
Always by your beside
To help you and to guide
Princes now but great Kings y’all become
And never forget where you come from
We wear crowns
but I know love is a war
I know this feels like confrontation
But I'm aiming at your core
I've been in the darkest places
Craving drugs to help me
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
You just spit on me
Fuck you to the law
You gon have to come find me Physically
Round of applause for your Attempt you failed miserably
For all you
and soul
To you
Since the day I learned
I have understood
Held you in my mind, not my arms
But you see me now
Love for you is pure
Let me hold you now
proof through the tape proof
And I don't know if y'all have enough
Vernacular in your system for this swavey
Now when you swavey
You ain't no lame man
Hear my heart and it goes choo-choo (choo-choo)
That's the sound of my love when I'm headed for you
Like a train I'm goin choo-choo (choo-choo)
youth, your truth is simply proof
We were meant to be
But the best quality that's hookin' me
Is that you're loving me for me
Is that you're loving me
I can make a man forsake his country and flag
Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag
Some think my adventure's a joy and a thrill
But
all the haters and just start drumming
Who's got the crown? This a young king season
The proof all out, no need for a reason
It's your boy, Jay Season,
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