Lyrics:
the rest was my legacy.
I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,
To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.
I own a castle and a yacht, two
realised I was the king of the rhyme
I got on the microphone and what do you see huh!
The rest was my legacy
I was born to be the king of the be bop swing
realised I was the king of the rhyme
I got on the microphone and what do you see huh!
The rest was my legacy
I was born to be the king of the be bop swing
Huh, the rest was my legacy.
I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,
To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.
I own a castle
Imma hit her, you know Imma bop her
Play with me you know Imma drop her
Whip gon' turn heads, yeah, this a show stopper
Yeah, yeah, yeah, this a show
in the rama lama ding dong
Who put the bop in the bop, shoo bop, shoo bop
Who put the dip in the dip, da dip, da dip
Who was that man I'd like to shake
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
to stay boy!
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my
Wanted to know if I could make a bop song
Look I did
I've got a hook and everything
Are you proud of me kids
This is the thanks I give
To all the people
had no dent (dent)
Ooh, this shit treaky, these nigga so Walt Disney
They kid it, they Micky, I know how to make it sticky
Bust it like piñatas, like
a better album than blue face in two days
Did it by myself for so long I forgot how to ask for help
Need enough money to swim in Michael phelps
Y'all been
Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left
again
I just live my truth and they can’t stop me from tellin’ it
I thought I’d be popping by now, thought that I would blow up
Throwback, on my Bubble
Saw em drop it like it
Was way too hot and too fast
For hip hop doo wop rock or bop
Ain't here to hurt you
Don't hang in them circles
Government
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
stop and I won't fold
Not when everything I touch is gold
Got so much that's inside of my that I'm finna pop
I don't care much about tryna make bops
I
I think I'm ready for you to judge me now
Looking up to your idol
While you remain idle
How are people living their best lives but still suicidal
Kids
gold
Shorty in the back you hear her working on my lingo
Blue bills, look like Stitch no Lilo
Way I run the game you would think I had the cheat code
I’m
Huh, the rest was my legacy.
I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,
To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.
I own a castle
like it
Was way too hot and too fast
For hip hop doo wop rock or bop
Ain't here to hurt you
Don't hang in them circles
Government ain't got me
Yet so
and come on through
You know what fuckin happens
Every time I drop an album
And top the charts like I'm Malcolm
And how come a white man rapping
Is seen
Always getting lit in the night time
Gotta stay hot when the sun's up
College kid, gotta get my funds up
Raf on the track, new year new me
I'm back, no
mama
I don't wanna measure what I'm
Worth by some dollars
Gold on my teeth, though! (Heh)
They want me to fit in a package
So my demographic will
parties are the shit, forty mags by the scones
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his dome
Click your fucking heels, there's no place like home
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