Lyrics:
on
The big screen then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
(I'm tha King)
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From
Higher, higher
You can't get higher than the king
Higher, higher
You can't get higher than the king
He sitting up higher and higher
You can't get
learning how to take it day by day on my highway.
Yeah yeah,
What a feeling out on the run,
Drinking up the rain soaking up the sun,
Laughing a little bit
the years roll by
I'm learning how to take it day by day on my highway
Yeah, yeah
What a feeling out on the run
Drinking up the rain
Soaking up
you're flying like eagles
Down American highways
You lose a lot of friends along the way
But we just keep on moving
And rolling along
Can't look back
We
on
The big screen then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
(I'm tha King)
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
Wish i could run the world i'd do things my way
Fuck what route they taking this a king's highway
I'm moving how I'm moving they gotta turn sideways
think like eagles and lions nigga
They say lions bear the heart of god
And challenge everything moving
With no disregard
No I aint worried bout dyin
power and sound
Vibrations ah move an it ah shake them down
I a hail up the king who sits down on the throne
And represent when we ah trod through Rome
you're flying like eagles
Down American highways
You lose a lot of friends along the way
But we just keep on moving
And rolling along
Can't look back
We
head very often
Rifle mi beat pon di target
Shub up him head, mi fire eagle
Beretta a buss up him head, nuh bag ah laughing
Buss bwoy head very often
lived a man with many shining things
Shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings
Wining, dining, shining king
Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies
MIRRORS; HE CAN’T BACK UP ANYWAY
HE AIN’T MOVING OVER, COME HELL, RAIN, SLEET OR SNOW
OLD CENTER LANE LARRY, MODERN DAY KING OF THE ROAD
WELL, HE CALLS US
goes
Wasn't none of them niggas around, shorty
Now I'm on my king shit, C.R.E.A.M. shit
Eagle wing shit, bubble a high beam shit
Give 'em that dope that
abundant mercies..
Let my raise my hands to the kings of Kings..
Never leave him..never leave him..
His word it got me cleansed..
Moving up I'm moving up
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cicle that took off like
disparity, match our hustle, we exude success
Attack us mentally, that's that energy kings get trapped into
Therefore I'm done promoting the dumb shit
I'll
king, the ruler, smoke for intruder (yeah)
Palace here in Dallas, the crib like Zamunda (yeah)
You see we moving, I teach a student (uh)
Reach for
fly like eagles been doing the shit like liters
And hitting y'all with heaters and walking in my Adida's
I continue to bust, then I switched up
Big bags she lit
Highway moving bricks
Highway moving bricks
Keep a stick
Shorty official
No ref
Just get
Paper by da bags
She lit
Them credit cards
will be done
Jesus the son
King of kings
My past pain hold nothing
But dead weight by all means
It's all purpose and glory
You hear that ba bowdown
you no lies, wiping tears when you cry
Baby, my eagle eye, baby, keep me so fly uh
Ooh, ahh splash, baby, pull up on a jet ski
Let me take that pain
""Ayyo fuck losing weight I'm back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Cop a car new estate Na fuck it get the beef
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