Lyrics:
That you were a king fit just for a queen
And I can tell from day one you were for me
Who knew that this love would be the legacy
You were right by
Stevie
Me be, wondering when I'm gonna see the end
Andre 'gain slamming backs like King acts
Over Organized tracks full of facts
So you know that it's
"pay 'em back" shit
Niggas don't wanna try me, brother you'll get shot down
Now I'm king of the block, since my bigger brother's locked down
I'm hot
It's 20 to 10
I'm still tryna find funds to pay my rent
While government put me on housing Ben-efits
But I can't benefit from dem
I was living
Get you right up close near it
Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit
Ice-T set the limit
And niggas won't cross this line
suicide - and niggas won't cross
I don't do chats with old gramps
I fight the masses of traps
You'll never be able to knock me down
I'll never be stable to rob the clowns
That better
money on his books and help him out with his appeal
Send some pictures of the fam and nasty pics of Shawnna
If you ever have to leave I got your mother
Chop e line chop e line bang e line cah stop,
Money affi make send fi di duffle bag,
Fat Mark X all a me choppa them a drag,
Chop a dutty skull fi
thinking
Beefing with madz you're never winning
Any man way facing me asweh to God e no d make am far
Freetown city r geh man em from central
Tay go wascar
a king, in my hood
Feeling good catching cruise
LOBA
LOBA
Shey you fit buy rat killer taste am If e Dey work
Dem wan sign me Dem dey wonder if I be luck oh
gettin' persistent
'Cause you wanna harass me
Yeah, and if I talk back you wanna bust my black ass, G
Just like Rodney King
But if you try that shit
to fry plantain, she be wife material
Brother say it again
Understand people, I mean as much as people understands you
You no send people, e get people weh
RS2!
You never give me your money
You only give me your funny paper
And in the middle of negotiations
You break down
I never give you my
of views
Hated by so many, faded by none
Bet you bitches remember me when it's said and done
Bitch I'm Chulo
Attitude is now or never
Cause tomorrow might
(Get the bag, King Wonka)
Cash rules everything around me
Money is the root of all evil, demons 'round me
Livin' like a king, fuck you mean?
turn by turn oh
Pray make e reach your turn oh
If e reach your turn oh
E go reach your brother turn oh
I know you dey for one corner they think
For
If that girl Persephone then I'm Hades himself
If you really think you bout it homie send to Hell
If you really think I killed it homie send me
In JB we trust, bitch, I came in clutch
Gotta stay by myself cause they know I'mma threat
I got Ben 10, on my wrist, yeah, it's bustin'
You ain't from
P-phone
I gotta be slamming, gotta be coming
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalming
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent
P-phone
I gotta be slamming, gotta be coming
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalming
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent
my line you can send that later aye
Wake up in the morning just to get that get that get that get that
They turned their back on me
Well guess what I'm
Gather round you lost and found and listen to my tale
Lend me your ears, you buccaneers, and those out hunting whale
And I will sing of the pirate
tongues
We praise you, we praise you
Oh
O-oh
O-o-o-oh
The Holy One
Oh, do I imagine
Oh, do I, do I see
Me with you in Heaven
El Shaddai, El Shaddai, King
you, only you (ah, ah)
I went crazy over you
Like e-e-e-e, e-e-e-e, e-e-e-e
Boy by the time I'm done
I won't be the only one
Acting like you
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