Lyrics:
blazin african asian
I'm racing a masculine mason
face it they have to be patient
to get ritual have to be naked
I'm good with a pack and the pavement
bis zum Tod
Hintergrund weiß, Davidstern blau, Seele schwarz, Laserziel ist rot
Tick' an deine Wannabe-Tony-Montanas wieder mal die Jay-Packs für die
by, when we’re descended from kings, when we’re de
Scended from kings, when we’re descended from kings
It’s not enough to be good, when we’re descended
rapper I ain't rapping false
And Now you fucked it up cause you made him loose his pulse
I'm rapping bout a mystery
I'm fucking up the history
I'm never
It was an early morning
Birds was chirping
And I was running
All is well in this bitch
I ain’t talking Freddie Gibbs
Real niggas living twice
on my score to go call up Tony tano
Plaques on the mantle wait til Shawn see this
Up up and away how Solz been Buck keeping it
Upkeep of my career
Stomp on a snake yeah
They wanna act fake
I come with the drip from the lake
I'm gone lets go
Pack it up
Pack it up
Pack it up
Pack it up
Pack it up
that I ain't tha King
But you just sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya
All the hating, is no time to respond, I miss tryin' to conjure up
A way to get
Woo can you turn my volume up a little
Oh boy Oh boy turn my beat
Hehe Lyrical Thrillz on em
Eh Eh Eh Eh
I was a dirty dish but now I'm in the King's
I'm knee deep in the street
Don't get me mixed up
I'm dirty, it's best to be cool fam
Shit, I'm Tim Taylor with the tool, man
Play Wilson, I peek
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
Exactly where we came from
Pack then we aim one
To all against whom
It may concern
So its back to basics
Like wearing asics
I think we all aces
that I ain't tha King
But you just sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya
All the hating, is no time to respond, I miss tryin' to conjure up
A way to get
hoping that you'll end this reign,
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain...
There's a little black spot on the sun today
(That's my soul up there.)
rocked with the greats backed up by The Roots crew
Blowing a tree with Tariq, overseas we would speak
It was mostly the voice, so unique
I could hear you
rocked with the greats backed up by The Roots crew
Blowing a tree with Tariq, overseas we would speak
It was mostly the voice, so unique
I could hear you
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
like a soup
Toke take to me the roof
If she ain't fucking she can shoot
I ain't talking bout the Ruger
Black and red I'm Freddie Kruger
Up early like
like Luger
Turned one to three and yelled "Hallelujah"
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
We're going to see the king, ah, ah, ah
It's crazy that I'm still
shitting on these niggas
But they hate the way Freddie came and switched up the style on 'em
I stretched it out to 250 he got a nine coming
Don't sell it
Kings
You want wildness, wild I bring
My Uncle Freddie's making horseradish
To serve you on a platter like gefilte fish
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha,
fast and they’ll light you up wit that lead noose
I’m just tryna look the man in the mirror
Tryna take his dreams and make it clearer
Cause by my stars
taught by brothers and sisters who knows what it means
To be a black child or a white teen
In the end the youth is being mistreated
Which means the world
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
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