Lyrics:
be my dream
That we should all rise up
And give a standing o' for the King
Cuz He's good
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
That we should all
Look at these bills, they so crispy
She looking back like, “Is you gonna tip me?” (Bitch, what?)
I can’t be caught with a hoe
She still be splitting
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
the Killer when I'm Killing the Bill
Not fitting the bill , feeling the ill when I'm instilling the chills
Still not feeling fulfilled , milling about
King by definition
Is one who rules over many
I choose to use the word King
To uplift my brothers
Not to break them down but build them up
the emotional king
They tell him he too invested, he don't know what it mean
He tryna show they can eat, and still put food on the streets
But they never hear
hero, our champion, our king
In the shadows where villains come spy
He's the beacon of hope, burning higher
Through the chaos and the strife
He'll bring
such a grumpy grumpus
Because every time someone told the story again
He had to fall from the wall and tear open his skin
And all the king's horses
One of one address me by my name, young king
Young king
It’s a beautiful thing
Young king
Young king
Oh, it’s a beautiful thing
Young King
Wait, wait,
was my birthday
Nobody knew
Catch a tigger by the toe
And even if he holler
I still won't let him go
Until he choose, an eeny, meeny, miny, hoe
You
is the pound chrome Huxtable brownstone
Major paper cake by the layers
If these dudes is live I'm the created player
They callin' 'em kings when
at the hands of a brother
Then we suffer in silence, But we still getting by
But you know
Dark skin melanin, Something like a felony
They killing outta jealousy
too
He lead from the blues, where nobody knew
His sound or his views
But still swings Jazz sings
Bolden's King
Icey boys, and we still tote Uzis
It's about money, it ain't never 'bout music
Yeah, he from the streets
But he still ain't Gucci
Hunnid bottles
a king and I'm gonna kill
Man I told em we the ish
You can see that by my bitch
They used to say we phony
Now we cooler than a fish
Man I tell em every
ain't no bashing
Tell it how it is when you're dealing
With a million thoughts in your actions
Leave by exemplifying
King of hundred trigger, got an issue
The Beatles were so high they let Ringo sing
The LA riots happened because Rodney King
Got beaten senseless by some corrupt cops
George Floyd proves
Cheap cut satin and bad perfume
Showtime is almost here
Teased up by a strip cartoon
Laughing up your sleeve
Sniggering in your beer
He'd seen
A man envisioned a dream
Fifty-two years later, Dr.King wouldn’t believe what he could see
Racism hiding through the leaves
Discrimination is how
Not for money, fame, attention, this is what I'm gettin at
Christ the King and this His empire, He don't deserve no less than that
I'm a be snappin'
"
Christ by highest heaven adored
Christ the everlasting Lord
In the manger born a King
While adoring angels sing
Peace on earth, to men good will
Bid
Black minded
King2s
Cooking ponds like Pablo Pablo
Cutting ponds Pablo
Pablo Pablo Pablo Narcos
Pablo Pablo Pablo Pablo
Pablo Pablo Narcos
to be a hero anyhow
He dressed the hole in his gut with a hundred dollar bandage
A king's ransom for a bedspread that don't amount to nothin'
Just cobweb
He is good He is good
He is our Rock He's still in control
He is Lord He is Lord
He is our King He's still in control
You are good You are Hope
You
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