Lyrics:
or hating your occupation
Just listen to conversation we kicking up out the basement youngster
I've been in the same shoes too
But enough is enough it's time
their game like an actress
I flip that shit back like Baptist
Looks like ain't had enough practice
Nah they ain't had enough practice
I'm back
blocked em all, by tomorrow
Still gon' be a king, some say I'm Lebron
Terry Fox, I'm not on the run, but it's a marathon
Baby girl, why you lyin? This your
evils that plagued the hearts of men
By sweet talking border patrol until they fold and let'em in
You got your life in a basket before you could say
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Wake and stop its just the begining
You ain't never gotta ask again
Baby this is what we do
[Verse Three: T.I.]
Now, e'rybody wanna be the king
Misunderstood"
Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good
Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey
Take it to the limit and let it go by
Play it for Carl
suffer
Cause ain't another
Her kids trying they off they ass
It's gettin' rougher and tougher
By all means nigga get your cream
Stop storming what they
why you make it so hard? (why you make it so hard?)
Ain't it good enough for you?
You already broke down my guard (bing, bing, bing)
Love me, love
Greetings, earthlings, take me to your leader (ooh shit!)
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let
night and day
I'm addicted wanna drown inside your love
I wouldn't wanna have it any other way
I'm addicted and I just can't get enough
I just can't
gotta put blue makeup on
your face." I said, "you can piss off! I ain't having none of that!" They said, "You f'king will, if you wanna
star in
Let's get this straight
'Cause see bitch this ain't no date
Maybe a date for my dick in your pussy don't be late
I got her feeling great
So good that I
at your brain
Homie gettin' touched
It's bloody Halloween
Wash you out if you ain't lit enough
(Yes, sir) my bitch tryna go behind my back
But I don't give
Wanna be some kids?
Have you ever worked for somebody that ain't
Never wanna wanna meet your kids?
That's definitely a job, yeah
Plant, don't stop now in
introspection
You ain't Goldie, you Nas, and my heart ain't cold as it was
And I go through multiple love triangles over and over enough
I talk to my boxing
nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
But I ain't a slave, I'm a king and that's real
I be in the field, I be in the field
(How)
They lovin' me 'cause of my sauce, 'cause of my drip (That drip)
I am the king, don't get it wrong, don't give me lip (No lip)
Look
Please do not,
oh
Every time that something good happens in my life
You're always there for me, looking good by my side
Picture you down, pullin' up your panty
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
askin' me
Hit skins, causin' catastrophes
Get pinned, by me and my family
Sip gin, fulfillin' your fantasies
In your condition I'm wishin' you'll take
oh
Every time that something good happens in my life
You're always there for me, looking good by my side
Picture you down, pullin' up your panty
never understand Your love
I could never tell You this enough
I'm lovin' this life I live
Walkin' in joy that only You give
When Justice said guilty, You
why you make it so hard? (why you make it so hard?)
Ain't it good enough for you?
You already broke down my guard (bing, bing, bing)
Love me, love
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