Lyrics:
that mentality
I am the King
I am the one
Rise from the east but I don't ever set
But Haters keep copying
And they keep telling me
That I will never be
another person that's more fucking polished than me,
Or name another artist that be going harder than me
King shit, king shit
I just pulled up in this
KIRBEH!
Guess I will fight for the few that remain
(That doesn't rhyme with Kirbeh)
Matt from Wii Sports gonna break your will
You gonna keep boxing
pencils I led (Huh)
Really I'm grateful I'm flattered by all of your praise but I won't deny that it's God
He's given me all of this power, noti yo kumwa
you out like a rebel
This shii fantastic ain't no turning jessica alba
They call me king
I'm just A lil boyy who was raised by the streets aiyy
I'm
tha King of the South, there is none flyer
(I'm tha King)
Sucker MC's outta call me sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
of homes but he made sure we eat
Sometimes I slept in cars with my pops up in the street
Taught me to keep my head up, always stay up on my feet
To go
It's the Rise of the King no longer passive
Passionate like Tupac with a nose ring
Since The Birth, my will won't stop
I keep looking up like I got
Only eternity will be enough for me
To praise you my God
To king who seated on the throne
King of Kings
King
King of Kings
I'm glad you saved me by your
one more time for just for good measure, fuck em
Raised by the King that before me
Slowly crept up and still paid dues
I embody the South, the swang,
he paid
Gave his life instead of yours and mine by that he cleared the debt
Cos the paycheck of all sinners like you and me is really death
He took
on the Lord, pray to the Lord
Give all your glory and praises to the Lord
My life in His will and on His accord
Bring the hook back let us sing to the Lord
I
ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
(Here's to Roc-A-Fella)
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and
(Here's
on your balcony with holes in your dream
Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by screams
Everybody get your hand off my jeans
Everybody look at you
then. Eh? What do you mean,
stop pissing in the corner? Well if you'd let me out of this f'king room I wouldn't have to piss in the corner,
would I?
mind, make me put it on your head
And have your own homies lookin' at you like you're bread
Tryna eat nigga, I'm from Philly so you know I play for keeps
Jessica wanna make a movie
Tiffany will buy me Gucci if I let her lick my coochie
I need a girl Nina
To put me in her moutha
I got these girls gone
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
the pieces and keep Them,
I seem to plead:
""Lead me to a time
We'd find our ways through the maze by reading through the Signs"".
But feeble is the mind
giving in. Office spaces never fit her skin. Jessica, when will you begin? Will you ever win?
I saw you last night, and you walked away from me again.
giving in. Office spaces never fit her skin. Jessica, when will you begin? Will you ever win?
I saw you last night, and you walked away from me again.
Never shoulda left u like a Monika
Never date u twice like a Jessica
Hope my flower flourish out in cali
Hope baby daddy don't never shoot
will lay our banners down, we will worship (you are King)
(We will worship Your Majesty) Love is in Your presence
Life is in Your presence (you are
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