Lyrics:
And I'm sipping that shit til I'm very gone
And I hit that lil' bih like I'm Barry Bonds
That shit feel like a mother fucking paragon
Angel with me so I can
vanishin'
Big noggin, colorful paper my peoples is handlin'
King of the rings, Sting with aluminum bats shit
And if they claim they do what I'm doin', they
where we can go
Fuck what a nigga talk, I'm young Christopher in my soul
Walking that is, I'm King of New York and cross the globe
DC nigga this a DC mind
forever
And ever
You know the legends live forever
And ever
You know the legends live forever
And ever
Ima live
Ima live
Ima live
Give my flowers
I don't
'm allergic, ay
Finely made a hit but I don't know just what to think
Tryna go from one hit wonder to a crowned and noble king
So I'm working 9 to 5 as if I lead
Neverbone and Samurai Barry
500 years later, two heroes were born
One clothed in blue spandex, the other in scorn
They were Ninja Sex Party, they had but one
I'm king and Ik I'm a blow
I be dripping from head to toe
I'm a thot I can fuck on ur hoe
I perform on a opp like a show
Flyest oota I'm clutching my
this sacrifice of a broken heart
Jesus, what can I give, what can I bring
To so faithful a Friend, to so loving a King?
Savior, what can be said,
block, with 'nuff shots to give, muthafucka!
Meth is killin', M.C. killin'
What more can I say, stop grillin'
That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood
no luck
Starting battles, was losing them, but to be honest, I don't give a fuck
Cut off the fakes that couldn't keep it a buck
Bitch I'm the goat, all
If
Based on the poem ""If---"" by Rudyard Kipling
Adapted by Matt Forger
Music by Barry Fasman
If you can keep you head when those around you
Are
ya got my nose open like a jar of Vicks
I'll be your king, baby, you can be my queen
Uh, let's stay together like Al Green because
All my love is
of fine snake skin
And the kind of thing that money just can't buy
I am the real thing
I am your dark sin
I am the Snake King
Snake King
I am
about selling dreams
What glitters ain't gold
I only hope you know these things
God advising me
The homie tryna show me things
Sipping mineral water
it, I get paid from this pain called music, I’m consumed by the one I influence, I am not a role model, just Doogie, I write my wrongs, just to give my
Strutting like a pimp, better give me what I'm owed
Welcome to the big city, hit the kitchen where all the milk flows
Niggas swimming in a bowl
Let me put somethin' inside her stomach (whoa)
Let me put some right up under your lungs (Rich Gang)
Baby, I just wanna hit like Barry Bonds (was)
I
I'm a, a, a rolling stone (oh, oh)
And, and, and I keep turning (oh, oh)
You can try and hold on (oh, oh)
Ma-ma-maybe you should learn
You should
give us
'Slip-N-Slide' and Ruff Ryders, nigga
And all yo' money can't buy this nigga
My ecstasy got me wyling, nigga
I'm twice that body, nigga
I'll leave my habitat
If I can cuff you matter fact
Right
Lemme show where the real is
I can show you what the deal is
All my homies on the same shit
Bitches suck me down low
You niggas on the DL
I interrupt yo shit quick
Yeah I'm on my Ezel
Dump 'em by the ocean you can
Find 'em with the seashells
this a cry not a mixed drink
Dungarees like Chucky, give a fuck bout what a bitch think
I can't trust nobody who don't think they're shit stink
Who you
tracks
Ear to ear I can't have 'cause the fear my peers defamed rap
Now we
Gotta get back to the music
Gotta give back to the youth this product
can run on Instagram, but can't outrun the beam, nigga
Dope in Michigan, Detroit Lions stamp
I run it like Barry Sanders, the Spanish Meyer Lansk'
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