Lyrics:
picture around the Polo Grounds
Kicked his grandmother door down, wit a search warrant
Hand cuffed him in his boxers, tipped off by an informer
He was
with my family. I didn't spend it with anybody. I was by myself, I'm sitting in somebody else's home, somebody else's couch in the dark. And I kept
away
I have something to prove
There's ten of them
Ten marks
The plan must proceed
Okay, I'll spell it out. F-A-I-L-U-R-E
Lost in transLation
by
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
It's going down
Once again everybody lay down
Run your money and the jewels
To the front without a sound
The infamous supreme King Tee
Glad
Ch’a cosi’ fatta parte si confaccia
S’el fu si’ bel com’ellie’ ora brutto
E contra ‘l suo fattore alzo’ le ciglia
Ben dee da lui proceder ogne lutto
Homies Be Spamming & Scamming
I Be Chilling, Writing, 2King, Freestyling, Loving & Spazzing
Cashin Out, No Music Drought, Feel It In The cir Finna Cash In
Some manors don’t like me
'Cause I say I’m the king of grime
So time after time I show man
I will never let no man diss the programme
Over and over
Yeah, I plant the seed on the vine
We pray our family will survive
And grow to be strong in the sunshine
And grow to be strong in the sunshine
We give
Brrt, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw
Boaw, grrt, boaw, grrah, boaw (Woo)
Ik ben een king, ik ben een boss
Ik ben een leader (Uh-huh)
I didn't need ya, stripes but
And the watch and jewels
All the drinks and the food
By the end Imma feel a lil used
Goddamnit I'm the guy
Kill it whether sober Or I'm high
Everything I spit
that tightrope line
Between a drop in the bucket and crabs in the barrel
The king’s new aparrel
Always the vain emperor
Remain ever vigilant
Harbor that
With You
Does not mean
That we are Friends
And just because I see my Coworkers
More than I see my Family
Does not make us friends
More or less like
a rug
Bitch niggas want to know if it's true
Let me tell you motherfuckers who you listening too
Its the I dot get shot C E
Big D reload flip the clip
suckin' maneuvers
Huh? Okay, just say you not ready
Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
Okay, they ain't in shape, I'm petty, okay, okay
Okay, y'all be on E
and Jewels with no records sold, (Yeah)
I'm Manhandling rappers with no effort,
So imagine what'll happen when I start applying pressure,
Guillotine flow
They call me Young Gudda
I'm all about the doe still
And anybody in my way, Roadkill
Everything my hands touch turn to gold
Money, Knots and Jewels
towns I raped 'em
Few clowns was hatin', moved my pounds to Dayton
And in Akron, my niggaz they would grow things
Not King James, these were coke kings
to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
Crack done took a part of my family tree
My mom is on the shit, my daddy's
float, Sail, then boat like Venetians and Polynesians in waves
All kinds of hordes, trying to find Remorse for being the reasons Families whinin more
Than
expected, I thought your jewels was rented
But they wasn't, so run it, cousin
I could chill, the heat doesn't
Ran up in your shell about a dozen
You never
expected, I thought your jewels was rented
But they wasn't, so run it, cousin
I could chill, the heat doesn't
Ran up in your shell about a dozen
You never
Ugh Ugh I be the one
Ugh I bring the vibe that nobody give
Ugh ugh king on my thrown
Be in my zone
Don't need an audience
I just need cognitive
Ugh
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
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