Lyrics:
that bad or was I good enough?
I'm under pressure, I can't run plays like this
My mama always said that there'll be days like this
I'm all alone by
the demons
Niggas needing needles they'll tell you that you need it
Speaking to my people we know we gonna preach it
Take a kings trip ima king in a copter
go 'head, Drama, do it
(This a Big E beat)
See, I don't wanna be the mixtape king no more
More like the mixtape president
Barack O'Drama
It was
reppin
Moving right like I should, God with me I'm good
We just rep the King everywhere even the hood
Chop down strong holds like wood, like the little
me
Ya dig?
Lend me a second of your time
And let me speak what's on my mind if it is
K.I.N.G.
Them niggas will call me king
But never would
building like an ISA
I need to take a trip, get a firearm,
Put it to my head, ima ice-ha
Death is calling like a lyca, if my friend is calling, he probably
all your charmers
Call it a shot from a motherfuckin' burner
One-eyed, punch it like Pop fuckin' Warner
If you a queen, better not call me no drama
motel
And the rest is history
He was the King
The last time I saw Elvis
He was singing a gospel song
You could tell he had the feeling
I' ve stacked it
Working is a habit!
Some are nibbelin' veg like a rabbit
I' m glad that this way is magic
I feel free like an unpossessed addict
Give
come back
To kill again for them racks (Boom, boom, boom)
See this is a stick up (Stick up)
This Nina I pick up (Pick it up)
I feel like Thor grabbin' my
like what the fuck is wrong with you?
I just fucked so many people bitches I got trust issues aye!
So tell your people, not to mess with me though
It's
pay you dust as the king is a cheapskate
I'm thin ice so please don't skate
And if you do don't mad at me when ya bones break
Khalid. Tell him he
free! I'm free!
(tell the world) I'm gone
I'm gone!
I know when you hear this beat it sound like something to step with
But morals and music you
the best
But it's east coast for life write it on my chest
Always been fly like I's born North West
Screamin God or a king, I ain't never depressed
Call me
the town.
Paint it up red.
Don't worry about a thing,
You don't need no bread.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
You can
Dine in style.
Live like a king
hell
She's wearing my shit so I think you can tell
Try step one foot near
And any vios let it ring like bell let it ring like
Wait bro im getting deja
(yeah), bet she know a playa (yeah)
Money over here (woo!), you way over there
You got swag? Tell me why I'm supposed to care?
M.O.E. is me, you are more
lookin' like I play sports
And my pockets never empty, cup full, over poured
Never skip a fuckin' beat, just tell my nigga press record
I'm the king
memo
See I am a professional this is not a demo
In fact call it a lecture a visual picture
Sort of a poetic and rhythm like mixture
Listen I'm not
an di lane an round di ben
World dance is di name an di title
Do by di dumb, di deaf di blind and di cripple
An I don't know why black wizard love it
kept winning twice
It's me and my exes, we'll see who'll survive
I can tell by the way she entered the club
I can tell by the way mammi likes to rock
I
And get it by any means
How the judge gon' judge us when
This is all that we seen?
This is all that we know
Eviction note at the door
So we pray like we
pop [pop pop]
[long pause]
GNice hustling is non-stop
Makin' lettuce
Top Chef, Italian Caesar chop-chop [chop-chop] (pause)
Got owned by the King
us you can't hang
cause were something like a two man gang
start some shit is what we do best
scared by the suckaz say fuck the rest
so yo Eazy bust it
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