Lyrics:
on
When my diamond chain is on, still nothin' set in stone
Women borrow sweaters that I spray with my cologne
And tell me don't forget 'em and I promise
quota
And that shit fasho doe
Bih take a photo
Now That's worth the lotto
Raw of gelato
Don't trust in the bottle
Live by it die by it
That's just
the sand
Soon you'll be feeling the fangs
So sleep with two eyes open
'Cause jackals live by the candlelight
Long live the king that's not listening
all wrong
Don't worry bout where I been or even how I get it
Live it up, pour this drank in ya cup and slide on the east side wit me
(Pour up a drink
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
jacksy
See where the Queen lives and spends your taxes
Try an East End pub, see how a gangster relaxes
Mugged by a man who calls himself Guvnor
Is he
give her dick and she giggle
My ego getting bigger
If Source was around I get 5 mics
Sex party hand me 5 dykes
They fuck me though
Roll it fast and I
Yeah
You can spot a fire by watchin' the Spotifiers (uh)
They just press play on my shit and they start a fire (yeah)
Ride 'til I die, 'til
things
Only real bitches live like queens, get it?
Safety deposit in the walk-in closet
Marble faucets with matching Rolls Royces
In the driveway from
we continue to reign
as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.
Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention
I'm by his side, with
it, yeah
From Newark to BX to Queens
Came back, man, we say "Who next?" Yeah, yeah, yeah
Toast to the kings, yeah
Toast to the queens up in here,
done made it through the rain and the fire
What's a vet to a pet analyze it
She say that I'm addicted to sex womanizer
I ain't really mean to make a mess
on a stretcher
Probably, have you leavin in leather, I catch a body
From wreckin' slum rappers, but to be frank
I don't give a [fuck] I got money in the bank
you could get popped right now
Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way
Cause I'm a fuckin' drama king like my nigga Kayslay
Sex, drugs, money,
on the floor cause
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You live by your word you die by some more
If you play the game you've got to live with the score
in
The shower
Sex by
The minute
Sex
By the hour
Sex in
The bed
Sex in
The shower
Sex by
The minute
Sex by
The hour
I'm
Looking for
An escape
Get lost
the freedom of these
People by any means necessary
Yeah, new Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned to a nightmare
Christ gang that's my clique, I'm a old head but still, get
On fire, like Limewire, I download that realness
Step, back and I need, room, for lost,
the trouble's at
Exactly what the game's been missin'
This fire burns hot as Hell's Kitchen, Push
Now that's how the team go, I'm back from Santo Domingo
and end miracle worker we give you the praise
Lion of Judah who's mightier than Budahs we sing Hallelujah You fire shall blaze
No king that can take Your
what's bout to go down
Give it a second live in the moment
Niggas gon test ya niggas don't want it
Given no warning giving no effort
Smell the cologne it's
never die
Oh, I believe the fire burns, we stay alive
They will talk about us
Like they talked about the kings before us
They will talk about us
of devotion
I live and die by the sword
You live your life inside a home until you die alone just hiding behind a keyboard
I'm a psychopath on a psycho path
records
Grimey! If you choose to live by the gun, young one, with hits
Five nine is my height
If I was ever to grow, tell y'all a lil' secret
Nobody got
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