Lyrics:
reclaim
This thrown, once owned, by me, bout to be a king like Leon
Cause my absence knocked me down, bet your ass I want that crown
See my castle be this
Half a year later, still ain't heard an album greater
The natives want me out of the office, back on the pavement
Jokers at the top know the king
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
to get my weight up (X2)
Hol' on, I'm just tryin' to get my weight up
Big Homies drivin' by, tellin' me to stay up
How the fuck I'm supposed to stay up
on independence
That's why I have to fucking laugh
At these independent rappers
Who really get smacked up
By they CEO's
When they get the heart to ask for more
still takin' rappin' for a joke
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
and the doggystyle
brought out the whole album, its a party now
[Hook]
See a party aint a party til the Doc walk in it
the party get it started til I hopped up in it
the (Leaf)
My parents should know I love 'em, my momma locked in the grief
I finished this album up, while she barely able to speak
I uncle to everyone I
a day that I still been sober
These the things that I'm tripping over (Y'all motherfuckers made 3 albums)
Still talking about the same shit
The one
Word up! Y'knowhutI'msayin?
I gotta globe in the world in the mail today
NahI'msayin? Heh, word up!
Uhh, kid told me
"Yo, the world is yours
the way that you love me
Girl your kisses makes me burst into flames
I'm burning up inside
You took me by surprise (Girl you killin' 'em like)
Huh
You got
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
indie records show up in a W-E-A box?
By saying your independent, you belittle the whole movement
Real emcee's work hard, ain't got investors to put out
Bad lil bitch up in this club
Purple stuff all in her cup
Got me stuck like lighting struck
Turn me on just by her touch
Bad lil bitch up in this
face in your lap
Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back
(So if you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game (what?)
for you to die
That's why you better have your head on a swivel and your antennas up
Fucked around, get killed by a police the way you reachin', bruh
There are babies with guns beheading their friends
In shopping malls around the world
Yet somehow the Kings of Leon still find time to write songs
The sharpest tool in the
Shed getting dumb high
Lord knows a peace of mind is hard to come by
Yo ain't it crazy how
He unsigned avoiding bloodsuckers
Warning! (warning!) warning! (warning!) warning! (warning!)
The drama king is in the building! the
Drama king is in the building!
I hope y'all
my prey right by the locks
Put that drip drip on the riff
Jimi Stylix play that licky lick in the click
Even if your six turned nine you'd still be
make you bleed with every cut from this album
So I'm choppin' 'em up like Dahmer
The nut job with the nuts that are bigger than Jabba the Hutt
I'm in
stopping, stopping
Album dropping, dropping, dropping, dropping (Stopping, stopping)
Yeah, they use to call me Wave
And I can pull up anytime to get my stack
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
a couple of Rosarios
DJ Quik and Suga Free on the stereo
I'm the king of the area - barrio Barbarian
Interrupted by my bitch asking if we can go
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