Lyrics:
i'm sorry I grew up i'm a thug
I got too many problems but I bet I won't run
I take it back I ain't sorry cuz these streets raised a king
I been through
entirely
I’m entitled by the provider please that I leave this society
Then I come back on a new wave in a blue dream on a cool day
I escape this old cruel
bewept to the grave did go
With true-love showers.
King: How do you, pretty lady?
Ophelia: Well, God dild you!
Leslie: This is nocturnal blonde coming
dinner little (what)
killer king is the hospital
feelin' numb from the bullets I hum
and when they hit black mothers have fits I don't give a shit
dinner little (what)
Killer king is the hospital
Feelin' numb from the bullets I hum
And when they hit black mothers have fits I don't give a shit
not anymore
I am the heir of sadness
I am the god of madness
I'm the king, morning star
Razor-sharp cutlass
Perfect storm, non-stop
Spinning off my
Woke up this morning I gotta get it
They won't see me comin'
Like I'm wearin' camo in trenches
We went from rags to riches
My bag's expensive man we
twitter finger tryna impress who
You only get one chance at life ain't no test 2
King and I'm the best to, run this shit
Break up the bread no return
would never shine
But your always by my side
From the morning through the night
Your my love, you are my life
Your always by my side
From the morning
Word is up to the king's dear daughter
And word is spreading all over the land
That's she's been betrayed by her own dear brother
That he has
the house by Chuck D's side
Chuck got the flavor, Flav don't hide
P.E. crazy, crazy P.E., makin' crazy Louie's for the shoppin' spree
Ya eatin' dirt 'cause
to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[R. Kelly]
Now we about to show ya
to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[R. Kelly]
Now we about to show ya
built with this pain
Y'all better quit trippin' with me
It's the win at the end anyway
That's what I live by any day
Count ma blessing in the morning
and dad,
So I'll sweep you off your feet like a king
To a princess,
You don't need instability,
No need to be stressin',(no)
Confessin' all this love to you,
Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get money
(Where I'm from)
Every morning I wake up and give my praises to God
Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get money
(Where I'm from)
Every morning I wake up and give my praises to God
This light work I’m the sun of the morning
These are my hours hell yea I’m on it. (Look)
I don’t fuck around I’m tunnel deep its no facade & she know
the kilo to pardon my wits
Ain't a negative boy we got money to get
On the tip of the tongue I'm the king of this shit like (AY AY)
I might have to bring
I Didn't Have No Doubt
Written by Michael Spicer, Sr and Eula Spicer Elliott
Chorus:
When I got up this morning, I didn't have no doubt,
When I got
hard to the day this face gets it's recognition
#But until that day comes imma sing to myself like
(Chorus)
Wake up early morning
Never snoring to like
delayed, but
Niggas working, least until some change come
Late one, first out, obstacles to surmount
Money to make
Funny how this shit just jumped on my
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier, yeah
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier
Well he's in Indian town, and what spots his
Icy wind of night, be gone
This is not your domain
In the sky a bird was heard to cry
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
Belied
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