Lyrics:
wrestlin king Kong
Here's my apology
By now it's losin quality
Keep letting small things
Bother me
To the most High my doxology
BRIDGE course
industry, they play it very cool
Harry's got the plans, Leon's got the heavy tools
Sell at high price to discerning clientele
But tonight Harry's worried,
I go ghost, don't take it personal, I like to be alone
A King will protect his throne
Already know what I'm on, high off life
How God gonna bless you
made on Hollis Ave., fast and change
High rollers was livin, until the Task Force came
A lotta ghost towns and memories, bad blooded enemies
So
only ride with hustlers, by my side's a hustler
Got the mind of a hustler, soul of a king
You can't drink from this bowl if you wearing my ring
Those
alone at the roller coaster
I want you, girl, I need you closer
Popcorn, pills and your red lipstick
Red dress, high heels, give me it
Yeah, tryin'
You know the definition of a balla
(uh hu) That's me
see-H-I-N-G to the why
Let me explain it to you though
I'm a balla (say what) high, roller baby
distraction standin' by the road
She was smilin' there, yellow in her hair
Do you want to, I was thinkin', would you care
Sweet hitch-a-hiker
We could
distraction standin' by the road;
She was smilin' there, yellow in her hair;
Do you want to, I was thinkin', would you care.
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
We could
distraction standin' by the road
She was smilin' there, yellow in her hair
Do you want to, I was thinkin', would you care
Sweet hitch-a-hiker
We could
man, you shooting like a rookie that don't know his range
Smoking, watch me go insane, opus and the Novocaine
Shit was once an open game, we got it by
I'm only in the company of Kings
I made a power move and it's everything it seems
Before 'Ye signed me, I was getting out my dreams
Standing
High rollers, what's up?
Drinks Houston, what's up?
Onyx, what's up?
You does it baby you does it baby
Harlem nights, what's up?
Treasures,
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
Another ice cold beer on a Saturday night
And this is for the boys holding down the fight
It's a great big world
And I'm living like I'm king
pimps, hoes, hustlers
Willies, thugs, ballers, busters
Gangstas, macks, everyday, all day
Shot callers, even high rollers keep it moving
What you see
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
cook up, every thug look up
Chronic got me on tilt, eyes bloodshot
Heavy built
Lay a nigga out like quilt, clear to gill
I rock for rollers
From
Pretty thought by the by
Pretty peace in your eye
Oh you're pretty calm when you're high
Oh it’s slow motion
When we’re dosing
It’s slow motion
I'm a king like Henry
Drip so hard but I don't rock Fendi
Killer with the pen or mic so deadly
Never been fazed by the hate or envy
You try your best,
And honestly on to better things, that's her friend
These niggas groupies, they peons, man
King of my city like Leon, man
'Head of these niggas by eons, man
on the Glock fam
Give you metal jackets like clothes from a rock band
Multiple holes, you get those on your top, man
High roller dose some hoes on the cock plan
and she's flying, I feel I'm flying by em
'Cause my mind's on cloud nine and in a mine at the same time
Pimps see the wings on the underground king
Who's
Sound funny but I can't decide if I get drunk from your love or super high
Sound funny but I can't decide if I get drunk from your love or super high
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