Lyrics:
talking bubkis
Damn near nothing, gonna turn nothing into something
I got, your bitch bussing, she's cum guzzling
Hella kids on her stomach, Cheaper by
What's a rook to the king my nigga
Tazz been with the shit since dirty diapers on my dick
Since buying clothes that wouldn't fit
Had to go and muscle up
Walking around wit my J's on
Feeling like SpongeBob at the bus stop
Fuck around, might turn into a monster
Gonna beat my chest like king kong
Walking
my pride it won't fall
I see the ring and I’m ready to brawl
I was the kid that got beat by my daddy then thrown into walls
Don’t think for a second
and go, but I'll be right by your side
When we were 8 years old, we were the kings of our town
We had a bond so close, with our heads in the clouds
We were
revealed when you introspect
drowning in the waters of the tears that the sinners wept
and I am just amongst them
crying just amongst them
evaporated by all
on the wing, just know mummy raised a king
Grind 'til money ain't a thing, you became a boss and brought all these bruddas in
Live by loyalty and honour, same
forgot about the earlier times
When Martin Luther King had a dream
That one day we'd walk together
We really need to get it together
Kids stay in
seen him last summer
At Soul In The Hole, it was a King E. King game
First time out his crib, the kid got body, he got blamed
For being the last one
ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
Uhh, the lesson from
you hear me?)
Oh, oh no
(Bring that beat back, bring that B-Cat)
Who did it like the King? Go tell
Sent a bunch of kids to the NFL
Did it from
make sure you all seated
In Billboard read it, believe it
(Chorus)
[G-Dep]
Soul Controller, rap Ayatollah
Kids hate me when they older I put
make sure you all seated
In Billboard read it, believe it
(Chorus)
[G-Dep]
Soul Controller, rap Ayatollah
Kids hate me when they older I put
nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wesson is
boy, pondering reality,
I am gopher boy, Who will buy my raspberries?
This had to be the seed of the king of pop,
Dr. Abe Sacrabin was able to use his
peepin' out some new lyrics my man Carnage was kickin'
Forcin' this contortionist towards blowin' kids
Physicals over inproportionate coordinates
to Ishmael
Tiger-skin hammers sittin' by the Benz grill
Not's a hundreds, it's lunch, kid, play fair
Stay here, feed your brother, be's a one, shit
Enough
sittin' by the Benz grill
Not's a hundreds, it's lunch, kid, play fair
Stay here, feed your brother, be's a one, shit
Enough money to slum kids, kings will
tres, quatro
I seen this kid walking down the street
I was like wait
Bumped into this kid I knew, he often would walk strange
So I ignored
This is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
Don't let it breze by, on the eastside
Throw up that E sign, we for the streets
of the hardware store
Gathered 'round a checkerboard
Old men telling lies and crowning kings
Kids driving 'round the old town square
Tops rolled down in
But ask a Sagittarius 'bout your archery
As straight as a straight shooter can get
Was raised by the wolves, gotta keep the sheep from your kids
I
Yeah, yeah
It's time to put the kids to bed, you know what I'm sayin
Grown man business
Yeah, yeah, illShinobi, baby
I'm on the warpath to show what
I'm just a young nigga tryna live out a dream
Make life so lucid where a nigga can control everything
By any means, imma king
In the clouds while I
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