Lyrics:
See them walkin' in the direction, that King Agrippa went
Our world is different like Whitley and Wayne man
They say we look the same but we ain't
cuz
You know my whole life, I wanted to be a gangsta, mane
I used to see my OG home boys at King Park
Ridin' on bikes with their canes with they
May-may
May-may
May-may, Maybach Music
Dans la Rolls Royce ma vie s'embellit
J'aime bien 2Pac, je suis Makaveli
L'arme est sous mon lit, les
legends, the kings with the, crown
They try to slam the door but we kick it, down
Likwit town, L.A. California where Tha Liks get, down
L.A. California where
many Indians
N not enough chiefs,
Claim to be the king,
But you ain’t got the streets
Las Vegas City Committee
We play for keeps
Stand firm,
Don't care
It goes rama lama ding dong
Bigger than King Kong
I'm on the mike and still got it going on
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, full of
Philosophy,
the spark
Behind the man's brain
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game
A south politician preaches to the poor white man
You got more
liberty City man how I get to South Beach
Loving the streets
Guess I followed the freaks like the beast on these beats
Check it
Y'all ain't ready New York
demons callate la boca ain't sinnin'
Made these niggas cut my grass now is greener
Soon as a pull up to the club they start screaming
King of the summer
side knows
The south side knows
The Westside knows
Everyone knows we’ll shut this shit down
I always wanted to grow and be that nigga
In the cool videos
It's Choppa city in my neighborhood (south baton rouge Nigga, What!)
4's Up 4's Down
Long clips and choppas, in this hood whea they don't
give
Glasshouse, I reside by the library
Yves Saint Laurent frames, sipping Ciroc berry
Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up
Long ashes, hanging off
Boullivard to east lake, the west side to barn holmes
From south de calf to glen wood
From calli rd to martin luther king
(United State United State
Daniel broke the king's decree
Peter stepped from the ship to the sea
There was hope for Job like a cut down tree
I hope that there's such hope
on the daily
Monday to Friday south-south trads,
Sandals by Rere
Hausa hat is a must- Agbada is a maybe
Detribalized style, champagne flow- Moet Abebe
Grand
And a sprinkle of sin I will propose
This deal will give you what you want
But first you'll have to meet me down by the
Crossroads
I'm the miracle bringer, Just
The Waterberg warrior soldiered on
Askaris by his side
With Rhodesians, South Africans, Indians and Africans
They stopped the German tide
He got decorations
Sipping on this high tech ya my cup be red my pockets blue
Call me up a eater from the south side an she coming through
If she try to spend the night
screen
Dirty south shit
But the fit lookin real clean
Riding old school
That engine sounding real mean
Im followed by the opps
But they're no threat to me
was a cougar
But his dad was a loser
Party passed by, better wait by to Marty's future
Cuz Biff is a seducer
Cuz you don't wanna lose her
Bro, better
If she's bad put the p on her
Smoked a whole p by myself I'm such a stoner
And I'm staying on point forty pointers on my wrist
I don't smoke
feel like a mouse
Bitch insecure put a blouse on a blouse
Move wit a sawed off then move to the south
Yeah
Quiet in class that's ya doubt
Hammer on me
friends, but no one else seem to care
Days went on, and I was finally on my own
I was the king of the castle. Yeah, I held the throne.
They always told me
Calling, calling the ATL south and the whole entire world
Get up, get into it involved
Looks like a job for the Goodie Mob, lets work
Standing
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