Lyrics:
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
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
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
I am the king, tell me you love me don't owe you a thing
Is livin' a sin? Stuck in a cycle where I repent
Then I will forget and do it again
Hearin'
Even though they shut the mills down
But I'm feeling like the King of Maine
The King of Maine
I wear a seal-skin jersey to
The Sea Dogs game
I'm
on the sky
Lookin' down as always cause my people stuck in the time
Even though I'm elevated, I still come back rewind
That's when She loves me most, two
not seen is eternal
You're not your body you live in your body
Do you really think you are looking at me
Power, money, Shortie's and weed
You gotta
myself should I picket or riot
Sit-in or be quiet
But swallowing pride ain't in my diet
Can't live your truth if you dying in it
So lying down and taking
You need to just let it shut down and reboot
I'm drifting, is my mind? (Drifting, drifting)
Drifting in mind (Drifting, drifting)
Drifting is my mind?
the first of my kind
I'm a king in my city walk round like a lion
Big big baggy pants still saggy the packy I'm holding keep weighing em down
Like ouu wait
three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State
the same road as Shakur was
With authorities see-Bo's albums sales heat up after rapper's parole arrest
Thomas was acquitted for 4 years in Soledad prison
a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it alone
You do not live what you talk in yo songs
You
try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show,
up in your spectrum
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] While they be perpetratin live like they wild on the avenue
Trade (come on, come on, come on)
Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State that's
In New York (ayy) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where
[Chorus: x4]
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto
Holding the rap game, like wood grain
Gabriella George Floyd Alton Sterling man
Hunt us down with a badge and a gun
They don't mess around they monsters
They shoot to kill if you black in
Whitehouse
Fig Loop
Oouh
All my life all I wanna do is flow
Slapping Freddie Gibbs while Walking with the M.O.
Brown sugar cinnamon popping
RGV Texas you know what i'm about
Robbing them niggas face down to the ground
Throwing them parties and smoking the pound
I live Latin King so i wear
started
Dropped 2 albums sounded so apart and
Y’all still in the same spot, sound the same as we all did, yeah
Don’t compare to me these others
We are not
you just gotta turn down
And ain't no freebies in this shit, you get what you earned now
Yeah, you live and you learn but you reap what you sew
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million mcs
I try to tell them
We're all in this
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