Lyrics:
corscious nigga never get framed
The beat I'm stepping on is all in my veins
Go by low key but I'm king in the game
Use my mind as a weapon
Leave my hands
eyes
There when I close my eyes
She's there when I close my eyes
There when I close my eyes
How the years they rush on by
Birthdays, kids
the rest
[Raheim]
So my name is Raheim
I'm a son of a queen
I'm the king of a castle
Don't give me no hastle
Young ladies in the place, put me
green
Treat the rich kids from the other world like thieves
Money get you by but it don't grow off trees
We
Smoking king palms leaves
On the other side
by a man’s criticism, and his racism. Break them stereotypes,
Be who God made you, YOUR A KING not a thug, you’re a Queen, not A slut, Ho, Trick
that’s a fact that I’m facin’
Everyday I wake up, but I’ll neva let satan
Get the best of me, that’s the heart that is taken
By the one true Son you
Yeah, aye
Praise to the most high
Skywalkin on Cloud 9
Praise to the most high
Skywalkin
It was written by God, but it came from Quinn
I might be
sheep by the hour sheaves kneel
While I sleep my fate sealed watch me
I minute more than most can't stop me
Every second gets better
Think I'm finished
me feeling like the king of the world
I done heard my momma cry way to many times
Waiting on a sign, sides changed never mine
Nevermind mimes, I'm
to remember me
Ay, the king, modern day Martin Luther, Malcom X
I'm officially the freshest, don't dare forget
I'm gone momentarily, don't bury me, yet
and got problems
Cops on my tail, so I bail 'til I dodge 'em
They finally pull me over and I laugh
"Remember Rodney King?" And I blast on his punk ass
like I'm caught in a vice
I'm caught in my vice's
Miami Vice became like every other night kid
That white wit my off white hoody I be shirtless
and call him "Gopher Boy".
One Day, a bully by the name of Big Roy, started throwing bananas at him,
Soon a crowd of kids were all throwing bananas.
yesterday, they were the kings of ecstasy
Kept sellin' it, he blends in everywhere, has a mixed heritage
Bitches let him hit on the reg', waterbed seats in
flick left me wondering
What can become of kings and young kids?
Summer dream deferred, incident occurred, freedom blurred
A freedom that would only be
true business men
Talkin about it, by the way
B, what we doin' this week on SoundScan?
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley (Valley)
Or maybe next
You know who ain't got no toes?
Second place
It's the heartbreak kid and your boy Diesel
Cripple you for The Kliq
Benoit featured
Double feature
is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
like doves over the streets watchin' many things
Kids walkin home from school, on drug blocks, missionaries
Pass out papers that read love god
I see
look true
Watching your pen swish, you love frying king fish
You the pearl in the ocean, I'm up on the land, pissed
Now you moving more prestigious,
you up, no fuss, blood rush
Cuss much, what's mine? You bust nuts, crunch crunch
Spark the bud, what's what, the white King Tut
Out in so-fuck, look
the rest
[Raheim]
So my name is Raheim
I'm a son of a queen
I'm the king of a castle
Don't give me no hastle
Young ladies in the place, put me
If I eat, a little kid, sticks his finger in my plate
I be signing autographs, for three months straight
I got jet-set women, who offer me favors
My
with my wiz
Now she dead with my kids
I live by the subway, niggas push drugs in my hallway
All day everyday tryin to get the pay
And I be tryin'
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