Lyrics:
a story but don’t live your life in quotes
Enclosed by fears and lies you’re just a ghost
We see your essence but presence remains unknown
Look
Rock more
Funkee P)
Ah To da face it's QF da funkee P
Yes my name you know what I'm saying
(Mac Maestro)
Ah check it
(Zebulon & QF Da Funkee P)
Yeah yeah
(Mac
/
Medal award /
Award winning /
Winning vote /
Vote for the lesser /
Service myself /
Self-sufficient /
Sufficient funding /
Dingoes eating my baby /
Check, uh
Show yo respect, uh
Now I ain't flex, uh
8 x 8, King ain't ever on a break
He owns the checkmate
Yeah, checkmate
Boy, He owns the checkmate
from tears to cheers, things we did should be listed
In a pyramid, studied by a little kid
Talked about by old jacks with slacks
Can I move
like them Zebras
We be eating
All love for King James
I love each season
But the Ones
Usually the cleanest
Air Foams I need my Penny's
I just love my
If you don't wanna drown, don't come on my ship
Check out how them bitches just run on my dick
And me, I'm nasty as a son of a bitch
I still got
you do that to me)
We all make mistakes, so don't look down on me bitch
I'm the king put the crown on me bitch
Why you clown on me, shit
We was supposed
or what
clready paid by the hour
We gettin' paid or what we gettin' paid or what
Money rain make it shower
We gettin' paid or what we gettin' paid or what
come quick
Don't try to flip with the lip 'cause I run shit
Hip hip, hooray for the AK
Spray when I lay competition, what a great day
Make pay, next
All black, like the king of Wakanda
I ain't 'bout to run from nothing but karma
Off a bar, do a hit in my pajamas
Migo plug, serving them enchiladas
We
not rich
Lifting x reppin my city
When I flex like this
Floating x boasting x flying
Yea we blessed lil bxtch
Yea we blessed
Run a check on a nxgga
Run
and the broke still hate it
So I do me, I just gotta move
Flying overseas picking women by the Choo's
Maybe Louboutins, Prada or the Gucci
The way we kill
to that
That's right
We'll get to that
Eight years ago, right?
Yes, and I remember it had two fire beats
One of them is Ebonics
That we used just now
Yeah, caught a vibe on some smooth shit
On some, on some groove shit
On I ain't gotta prove shit
Yeah, Mr i ain't gotta prove shit
Mr, ayo, check out
She wanna fuck with the gang 'cause we on, ay
Yeah (Jabronionthebeat!)
I'm the king in my city, say it loud (say it loud)
I got diamonds dancing
Gotta let my baby know that I'm the man yes I am (we on go)
But she let me know that she holds all the cards in her hand
We finna run it up understand we
to run your race oh maama yeah eh
This got me feeling like deja vu deeja vu
Girl me loving your attitude
Tsu
attitude
SENSUAL
Giiiiirlll
Baby what you
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
You are now tuned into Read the room radio
Brought to you in part by the POC everywhere
Wheels look like the kush kingdom we ruled
All black nigga
swear dat nigga get a bloody nose
Loyalty is everything thats why l don't mess with none of those
The realest
Drive bys we do it in a Mer cedes
Young
time we gettin to it yeah yeah we gettin to it
Clownz and the kings we back at it again
You know we dippin again
So go run and tell ya friends
[Johnny
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
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