Lyrics:
and just take my defeat
People get a brotha down until a brotha start to frown
But they forget that I'm a king, yuh
I got the crown
From the second of a line
and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
Prolly why promoters felt like we didn't deserve to get paid
We were loved by some hated by many
Years pass growing up now, we just met Benny
Fan base
can't even dress
My flow so I'll
Freddy Krueger got sick
Jason voorvees
But I only use sticks
Just the emergency kit
And I'm just rollin on by
Told
how we do that there
Don't touch, that's expensive, yeah my crown my hair
Get with the winning team, or stay over there
Pull up OD, I'm with Zoey, make
This the last song on the album
It's my first blues album
So I'ma dedicate this last song to the name of the album
Boosie Blues Cafe
Take you
in Atlanta like I'm Freaknik
Got the party jumpin' in Atlanta like I'm Donald Glover
I don't want no good girl, I'm thinking I need a freak bitch
I
album
I mean what's really good I mean you good you know)
But nah but what's really good I'm in the studio now
It's a beat out there its fire
What's
you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't stand it, so what do you say
Too $hort can't rap, no
bang
Now think twice fore you speak
Here to take the crown and
I mean by any means (my shit go)
Bang, bang, bang, bang
It go hard in the street
Name
can't take me down, I'm moving all around
Hold me down, smoking loud
On the ground with a (?)
Ripped jeans by any means
Catch me in the Philippines
All
your shit
Back and forth road trips, Atlanta-BR
I bring my strap for protection, not tryna be hard
I do this shit cause I'm chosen, it don't be hard
do it on my own
Scaring me when you went ghost
I'm by myself tryna do the most
Praying that you pull up to the party that i host
Looking for you in
prom— I promise!
This is a token of my affection
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
I'm here to make right what is destined
I love
beloved, Lord
And that's alright by me
That's alright by me
Oh what grace I've found
In casting all my crowns at Your feet
And because I am Beloved
You
hell, all a dream, I wear the crown, I'm king
Respect this mandatory, end of the story
Go fly a kite, category ain't got none
You know I'm right
Sense
Houston and Atlanta we love you
Peace to the West Coast they really set the Doggs loose
We always say the future's in today's children
If so,
I'll be right by your side
Radio play me that new 3005
Bino won't die, illest rapper alive
See what's up with Fredo when
I'm out in the Chi
Murder
summers and counting
I've been employed by the Savior
I cannot go up for judgement
To only be labeled a failure
So I'm operating in the trenches
I be
snit or two
Snatching and maxing a rap that I'm casting, how dare you!
How the hell can you yell what someone else said?
I must get on what I loan,
Cali I get green
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All these rappers wanna know what I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, want a discount? Blow it
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