Lyrics:
though
I got baggage I wish
That I could let go
In my head they find
Their way back just like an echo
Echo
I just wish that I could let go
It makes all
the future go out as a legend and a king
Tell me, where will I go in the next decade?
Did my plans come to life or is it just another day?
What are my plans
and flipping the dergs
I got so much guap, it's kinda absurd
Fucking with me then you gonna get merked
My neck got so cold, got me rocking the furs
You ain't
by us
Lay this to rest
The time has come to
Make the clouds possessed
Because I won't forgive you
Paleface Switzerland beatdown
Whatchu gonna
and it took me by surprise
I am alright but still dead inside
So when I'm fucked up, I ask you for the night
You don't like my height? Aight, I might
the playground
Now they wanna come take my bank down
Nah, but I will never let them get me
Run by gone hit em with a 4-3
It's time they know me
I can't wait no
said it first
Wannabe gang you can't you're just hurt
Reject yutes I make the gyal twerk
Russ gassed my head you told me she was cute
But she brown
not a rookie by far
I got Tequila in the car
I just left the liquor store
And King of the Bar
That means I'm a star
So come & shine with me
I'm going
"Shit, it's gonna be a long ride"
But I'm homeward bound, grab a quick look at those around me
Same faces, different day in this ghost town
Kings
I love you like kings love queens,
Like a gay geneticist loves designer jeans,
I need you like New Orleans needs a drought,
Like Hitler's Father
jeans make you fresh anyway
You wear much gold like it ain't no thing
You've got a name chain and the name is Ray
Your father is a doctor, a lawyer
like a vein
Now it's all or nothing
We live or we die by our promises
We live and we breathe each other
We hold to the love that bonded us
I'll be there
[Intro]
"Ready...set...and begin"
Premo beats on the machine doggy, yeah
"Ready...set...and begin"
King side ta yu
[Verse 1: Craig G]
Ready, set,
again how they tappin in..
Either bag or bin they want kushh-eeuh
Buy for the low-low sell for the high-high
Make a bid for the mid cuz ya know it get by
Waiting by the neverend road
We ain't old we ain't cold
We ain't sold
To lower kings baby
I know a way to escape
The little parade
The offer I make
of course you hate it, watch how we rise
Nigga I street talk, the gangsta' walk to be like this
Then I load 'em up, one by one shootin' don't miss
It's
suckers tryin to knock this, it's gonna take a miracle
I'm seasoned with the game that o.g.'s told me
Got laced like Luke did by Obi Won Kenobi
Or Yoda,
I make it up, can I buy your a drink?"
She gave a nod to show her acception
To my pleasure, but with one suggestion
Yo, to be alone was the suggestion
in the king james
I give a fuck about your emcee name I don't admire you
Only by dental records will you be identifiable
Cause the future is not
bar hit hard like a hook to the chin
Go far look smart I will never pretend
You ain't never gonna make it way you think that you is
Put it on my life
remember that I'm king and boss of a hoss
I keep chasing my thing with a locked cause
In myself believing I'm just not gonna stop
My reality's increasing,
and the pills
Or dropping trou to Eagle Rock, it's a standard drill
With a loaded gun I feel like a man
I'm number one because I'm American
I'll make them beg
Music is what I can't go without so you better know what I'm about
This beat, I'm gonna wreck it, so call me Ralph
But this ain't for clout, I cause
another rapper
Swagger badder than mcjagger
I'm a king and a Leo
You a chic like miss Cleo
always talking like you know it
You ain't the one who gonna show
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