Lyrics:
I am
Permanent king but I'm flawed (yea)
Fortunate man with the sauce (Lord)
Ornament inked in my palms (yuh)
Pen in my hand its from God (woah)
like a gorilla straight up out the damn wood
As I a kid man I used to play tug of war, now I grab chicks
By the hair and play rug a war. I'm a king baby
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
beats
To hell with phat beats I'd rather rock acapella
I'd rather be broke and have a whole'lotta resent
Not a rich king, a pawn, a pegan for me to pee
button
We dropped this album yeah it's really sudden
I don't give a shit about your fake judging
You just jealous bout the beats I be crushing
By the time
a few songs now I'm laying in bed and
All I can think is how my brain is shredded, hearing my album is something you've dreaded
Like Proof at The Shelter,
you know we here to win, I might take your bitch and Might as well go make a demon kid
Brodie is a clown, it's like he got made up by Stephen King, ay,
I got my flowers by twenty one
I got, I got, I got
'Cause I got nothing but sober In my baggage
It's now more easier to manage what used to damage
surrounded by fellas who care
When your album is selling, the crowd isn't yelling
Yeah, keep your eyes open, watch everything around you
If time is money, then
pray this fuckin' album burn their kingdom to the ground
I pray this verse will lead a million kings into their crown
Nobody's perfect, we're all
(yo)
Jokers at the top know the king
Is nothin' to play with (yo)
9 to 5 money is just as
Sweet as the grave shift (yo)
El presidenté, Blobama, blow by
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
Uh, ooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, nah nah nah nah
Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who
Hello Kitty on my wify wify
Gon be rich by any mean
Pull up in the slum with that Lamborghini
Martin Luther King it's started as dream yeah
Pull up in
feeling like a beast, I'm on top of the world
Surrounded by the baddest girls, I swear this shit is absurd
I dropped two album on my own, another's
In my city I'm king
(King)
Ay
All these bitches talking shit like they have nothing left to do
Phone is blowing
Imma turn it off
That messages won't
bet this album fresh"
Premier was dressed like King, Guru was Malcolm X
In the video for "Who's Gonna Take The Weight?"
I came from the same place, I
bet this album fresh"
Premier was dressed like King, Guru was Malcolm X
In the video for "Who's Gonna Take The Weight?"
I came from the same place, I
still be
Able to feel me
Even if I'm not talkin about tryin 2 kill me
The king of darkness can no longer conceal me
This could be my last sad song hopin
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
of a magazine ain't even got a album out
Hop at da streets my delete cuh my hits out
Now I'm da one everybody wanna talk about
Hustle hard ball harder dats wat I
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)
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
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