Lyrics:
their own way, great timing no calling fakes
My schedule is fully booked; I'm on these books like Doctor Strange
Deadbeat father to the kids I blue tick
with me (Secret Service with me, nigga)
Nip it in the bud, lil' kid
Groupie love, we ain't ever playin' by the rules
Nigga better not start playin'
me your grace Lord, I'm down on my knees
These clowns roll up the jets, just to get high
Selling dreams to the kids, it's a setup
They wanna double cup
Watch ya step king
Watch ya step king
Watch ya step king
Watch ya step king
Watch ya step king
I smoke on mic like zips and rolled papers
Ain't no way to be a king without a crown
When you make it out yo city don't look down
If you a king give back to yo town
But ain't no love in
Andale, Andale, Andale, King
Rapido, Rapido, Rapido, Win
Andale, Rapido, Andale, King
Andale, Rapido, Reload
Rapido, Rapido, Rapido, Win
Andale, Andale, got
cooties
Told myself to abide by code
The do's and don'ts in the rules I wrote
Number 1, handle ‘em brave and bold
Like Nigel, Code Name Kids Next Door
Hmm,
be foldin', fuckin' with Swollen
Queens get jacked by the king of spades
Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev Won, poker face
Full house, royal flush,
the way for the black kids
We are the kings and the queens in these chapters
We are the kings and the queens in these chapters
They can love they can hate
a king or a boxer in a ring,
But I'm just me so I sing
The mustang kids are out [x6]
I've been hearing all these things about you,
Creepin' into
guidance is not in the conversation
Fuck conversation, when I arrive whose sitting there now, is who I'm replacing
Yes, and that's true you'll become king
pussys talking shit
So when can I hit? cus you know I'm cool kid
Falling cus I struck by Cupid, arrows never miss
Diamond rolly, ice on neck
No one gonna
Twenty kids in my house no suffering
Plus my grand mamas cousin and some other kids
Everybody in the village they know me
Pass by my house like hey what up
Mary Gauthier
Steam Train Maury died last night
His wife Wanda by his side
Caught the Westbound out of here
Hopped the high irons to the by
rambler,
That the wise men knew as a slippery deal
And the kids called Willie the King
Sea behind me, fog's coming up on the river tonight,
Just
wit everything
But theres another thing to know about the name that is The King
Why the fake survive and the world takin the real lives
They cant even
on the bench
Why you sneak round with your friends
You diss me you dissing yourself
Cause ain't no kids around on the block
By 13 we grown enough
I Break the law
the kings before us
They will talk about us
These are the words of a believer
Achiever, leader of the globe
Feeding souls of those in need
I bleed
Hail his crowd, behold the man, he's the king, (king) king of the night
(...by ToToX)
Hail his crowd, behold the man, he's the king, (king) king of the night
(...by ToToX)
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
The gangstas,
cll across,
The world,
Still,
Who hit,
The corners,
In this cold,
Cold world,
Still,
The King of drill, man,
This is Pop Smoke's world,
praise the day that porn began
Loser wins a Kewpie doll
Not-the-father Maury dance
Saddle spin apple sins kings that cry
Ousted by the clergy we're not
Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side
Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin'
Gotta treat yo people right,
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