Lyrics:
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
papers
Don't trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that nigga live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
status, she calling me Kozuki Oden, cause I'm the head honcho
Cowgirl by my side, but this is no Mustang, we up in a double S Maro
Only talk to real niggas
On the Amen Corner I stood staring at my former hood
A land of Gods where the mosque towers above the ghost of Leon's Barbeque
A city of contraband
Danny, D-Ham, DP, Tory, Leon, Kalin, lil Steve, Bugg, Justin Jones, Smoove, Danye, T.Y., Chadwick, PopSmoke, Nipsey Hussle, juice world, King Von Kobe n Gi
They gon' want me when I'm rich with some sex appeal
Yeah, desserts on you then I can get the bill
She just smiled at a nigga, you just set the deal
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Samba de
King Samba dey
King Samba de
Son of Jehovah dey here
Me i get father
Wey dey answer by fire
I will call upon the name of
The most high God
a million dollars tell'em holla accelerator
Live by the golden rule all gold everything
You can have the body armor karma boomerang
Hundred thousand dollars
at like a HE MAN in a bathtub
Fire! Cup up the bad blood
Hope hand thugs can write after the lackluster backrubs
Or half structured, or tech hubs,
Live life and I'm gon always give thanks
Big dreams say I'm gon always chase racks
Live life play by no rules yah
Nigga I'm a king
Ay okay okay yah
We on fire (Bitch)
We on fire (Yeah)
Yeah, we on fire, bitch (Fye)
And we fly, bitch (Fly)
Feelin' like King Kai, bitch (Yeah)
I ain't got no quit, ho
fathers, our Mothers, Lord
Our priests, our kings
Our presidents and our ministers, Lord
Touch them by Your power
The fire of the Holy Ghost, burning within
on wax I am too live like Lazarus
Thats because
Before you're a king you gotta act like one
You can write, your own script for life, they gone criticize
men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer friend
Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing
In
men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer friend
Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing
In
Wanna live til I'm rich
Wanna meet all my kids
And then meet all their kids
Wanna hang with my miss
Having sex in the crib
Having sex in the whip
Having
Trust. Just know to bust we must. Lust is us, then we rust, dust (Chorus) What you know about romance? What you know about sex? What you know
darker
Than his nemesis black saviour
Beaten and bruised
Tortured and used by society
Still walked on
By but everybody got A-verge
We don't comprehend
We
He used to sing all of these songs
For just about ev'ryone
He used to be the shining star
In every karaoke bar
The Karaoke King is dead, the Karaoke
King
Bout to be a riot, guns and fire, Somebody's dyin'
But it won't be us, covered in His blood, spillin' our guts
But even if it was, let our dust
the one who calls out kings
You shut the mouths of lions
You tell the dead to breathe
You're the one who walks through fire
You take the orphan's hand
and he miss, but we admire a trier
Finesse king, you can never lie to a liar
But Fred got the fire, I fire for days
I gotta write them in my notes,
The King
We all saved by His grace all glory to the most high
Long Live The King
Uh
Come approach 'em if you wretched, hand me the mic let me rap it
Imma
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