Lyrics:
of Atlanta's throne
(I'm tha King)
If ain't want no trouble leave, shit, shoulda left the man alone
It's been seen, shown and evident Atlanta's known
Tha King
Real Monster
Middle finger to ya life fam,
Say good night fam,
Killin everything is sight,
When I’m on the mic man,
Do it like ha first time,
Put
of bad peers
Well, lookin' back, man, guess I laugh at it
Just kids making trouble in they math classes
Just kids making trouble till
It's past savage
poor man ah fighting
I wonder why they find it so exciting
Cause I don't wanna die for your money
I don't wanna die for your troubles and your border
bam-bam-bam-bam
Bam-bam-bam on that faucet
Damn that faucet for the stupid ol'
Drip that it is I tell why'
I really am sick o'that drip
Maybe the plumber man's
Baby don't seem to care
Her lovin' cupboard is bare
Nobody loves me
Your troubles growin'
You should be goin'
Nobody seems to care
The blues have
very early
Used to wake up tired we dey fire bro it's scary
We barely slept at night we dey grind hold steady rub her belly how she like man I try for
that money man like gymnastic
Niggaz will disappear, getin more bricks then the thing
Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom,
much of a man
If I don′t make a stand
So rise up Josie rise up
Even tomorrow is uncertain today
Jeremiah and Josephine
Crossed the border anonymously
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
About a man who walks among you, a man you each know well.
My name is Simon Keeper I had a wife and three grown kids,
A job in the towers cooking
couldn't seem to find a way, these people tryna send me (man)
Threw my money out and cut my seats up on my Bentley (man)
Straight Dickies and tees 'til I
other than this?
I mean, man my vision was more brighter than this
That's in the physical, cos the spiritual is much real
My journey from 2011 has been
fool to old fool from a prodigy to the wise man
We could all suffer by the nights end
What's the difference from you and I
Young fool to old fool from
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
troubles I forgot 'em
I buried 'em in the sand
So bring me two pina coladas
And say hello to her good timin' man
a mad gyal, I'ma mad man
All she wants is fucking sex
I'm in libs just spent five jibs
I'm done for the night, let's give it a fucking rest
Fuck opps,
time to step
But my grimeys is the grimiest
With love for me pop, pop, pop
And send a chuckle up above for me
Ayo, currency kept passin' me by
But I
being direct
I'm unimpressed by these bitches that I see in the press
I'm kinda vexed by the trash like I'm cleaning a mess
'Cause they as real when
out of 89
We headed back, you had a baby by Ron
But that's irrelevant, bygones is bygones
Calgon is Calgons, love it when you jump in Ghost thongs
line machines and the pool table's free
There's a bird dog sleeping by the bar
Donnie's woman left him, Travis got evicted
Jamie Lynn's truck is in
is my main focus
When I'm not blinded by the aftermath of the aftermath
When you don't get second-hand mood swings from my feel of breath
When I done
Yeah
This Is America
The Real America
Yo!
In beginning we were nothing but cotton pickers, In servitude
Disenfranchised, fucked by the Justice
air
(cye they need air)
White flags push until you reach there
(Til you reach there)
Trouble on the news and on the radio
(On the radio)
If you deep
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