Lyrics:
invested
Schemes have been detected, so you VHS thugs need t' be ejected
I wanted t' change the world with my baby girl
Make it where kids'll taste
bitch speak no English
We don't really f**king talk much
Don't call me daddy when we fuck, Im pullin' out slut
Mr. Pill popper imma f**k your daughter
a stalker less than a dollar inside of
My wallet still awkward by all causes still reveal King Chess on a wall as big as a
Obelisk dick of a statue outside
directly affects them, I can’t fucking stand it!
[01:13.37] Let that black king grow, let our black queens live!
[01:16.87] Let that black king grow, let
Played by me, there's no rules
True wit and grit and everything I do
As I name tag pop under everything I drew
So vivid within them studios, I'm Michael
enemy
You came from the fuckin' war
Your bitches still wearin' Michael Kors
My hoes got Dior, fuckin' galore
Make em feel good by gettin' drunk
Slap em
tried to make him look crazy (he ain't touch her)
Shaderoom had us thinkin' she fucked Lil Baby
Quavo said they could swap it out he ain't stressin'
the feeling superb
Nothings realer than her
Couple seeds on this earth
You got the genes and the skirt
King and queen let's make it work
Something like Billie
Straight up without an edit
I never let it go, embedded in my mental skull is impressive flow
I smoke weed until my eyes are sore
I make beats, play chords,
Would never fuck your friends I only fuck 8's and better
Make up stains on my Bape hoodie
Lets fuck till its no more air in my air mattress
Till death do
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes want to call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Baby you wanna ever go (Ever Go)
I'll let you know next flight on the smack shuttle (Shuttle)
We bump Big Bro by Quavo that's the Huncho (Huncho)
Do you
Yo, Ye
Yo
Yo, I'm at the London, I need you to swing by, pick me up
On my way
Aight
Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop
'Cause
I'll let Michael Jordan be my stylist
I'll rock one of them baggy ass Tracy McGrady suits
I've been poppin' since I was 5, that was in '82
Believe
the sheets
Make me feel
Like the one yah
I was aiming for your top
But i found Christ huh
Let me remind ya'l
Im eating pasta
Prepared by shawty
Wen her hair
and said lets make it hot up in the winter
I said cool, cool
You know I will deliver let's collaborate and make the holiday a little bigger
Before we work
Alright Rahzel you gonna be alright?
Okay KITT
Turn into the car
KITT
It's Michael a.k.a. Slick Rick the Ruler you alright?
Let's go
Put
Girl just pull up with me
I'm a king you can be my queen
It's us against the world baby girl
It's nothing in between
You a thriller they beat it
Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said,
the feds run devices
Mama my backbone, she stood by me wrong or right
Let me rewind this shit, gotta rewind that lick
I lost 'bout ten on that shit, I
Squeeze them by the collar
Make them bitches holla
Never played the NBA but
Bitch I be balling
With my own name brand
Like its goddamn Spalding
Snoop keep
King Hov, I'm exactly what the fuck you think
Eleven in a row, Bill Russell rings
Michael Jordan swag, y'all think Michael Jordan bad
Nigga, I got
(Man that nigga Dan shit going crazy bruh them niggas over getting money bruh them niggas over there getting to it)
Let's do it pimp
(Okay, Okay)
runnin')
We out here tryna get that dough (get the dough)
Like Michael Jordan, I'm back
I'm back like my nigga MJ
45 to 23, make your ass fade away
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