Lyrics:
outside, I couldn't believe my eyes
He was in Bill's arms breathin hard and french kissin
I was ready for Mary, Susan, Helen and Jane
When all the time
with my King..
I can't see you stand alone by yourself, so I think, that you might need kind of help.
So let me, stay here with you for a while"
At the Father's side with authority
Climbed the ladder of the holiest hill
After paying my tremendous bill
Crucified while hating the shame
Now he's risen
that on kicks
Wanna give my Father honor
He provide all that I get
You got plenty credit bills yet and
Still you don't sweat it
You don't see that you in
you hear when I speak
My young king was 18 when he peaked
My young king will never live his dreams
So we on to better things
Living life as young Kings
the seven lost seas
Not a player but Bill Bellamy
Cut the check give em wreck on the beat
Know he capping if he said I'm weak
Cuz for real these n**gas don't
Begging me to go back home
But I don't give mercy that damn easy
I'm the king of death
He's gonna bleed to death
I'mma scrape him up with my scythe
He
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
She want me now I gotta dip
Miami for a weekend trip
Colossal kings type ish
By myself I need me a blick
They ain't finna catch me slip
New glock
She want me now I gotta dip
Miami for a weekend trip
Colossal kings type ish
By myself I need me a bl***
They ain't finna catch me slip
New glock
after he got the
bill presented to him, through the accident that he'd had, his car....the damage bill was six hundred and sixty
six quid, sixty six p! No
me the Doc say when, say when
(When)
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up
I'm tired build me up
Break me
all he'd ever wanted when they labelled him the bootlegger king
He always trusted Stan and Hoke to do exactly as were told
They were hired to drive
Can't escape artist like Houdini
Senses snakes like I got
Intuitions
And
And I still independent
You are defined by opinions
Yeah
Shorty is bossed up
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
do what I like
I do what I like
I am a king I do what I like
I do what I like
Big man do what he likes
Big man pull up and turn off the light
He
yet He still showed love
While I was an enemy
His mercy came from above
Changed from what I was
Now-Now-Now-Now
I do this for the King
I do this for
all he'd ever wanted when they labelled him the bootlegger king
He always trusted Stan and Hoke to do exactly as were told
They were hired to drive
hour of rec
My transfer still 'round, Grant Parish ain't designated me yet
Givin' gang raw uncut for free, pay me by takin' heat
I experienced what I
the game so easy
Chicks barely dancing, glancing every chance they get
Like, oh shit, he's so handsome
Still in demand in the longest run standing
Kidnap
Christ gang that's my clique, I'm a old head but still, get
On fire, like Limewire, I download that realness
Step, back and I need, room, for lost,
a flurry
He say he got a wave that will make the world scurry
Time is money
These chickens not worth the bills
Righteous by nature but wicked for dollar
his affections
After the ball I was worried you'd fallen out of the King's good graces
But by some miracle he still invited us to this garden party
My
so critical
A little love in your life
Wasn't too long before he died
Although you're cynical, you're so emotional
But you're the king of clocks
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