Lyrics:
and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic store
Stegosaurus
Chuck Norris with a thesaurus
Yes of course, I mess up once
You want
moore)
O funmi layo (Mo moore e e e mo moore)
Aye mi dara se (Mo moore e e e mo moore)
Na one forever more (Mo moore e e e mo moore)
O my King
then there is no we
Just I and you, blinded truths
Disguised as proofs For higher roofs
Of liar coons disguised as lions
Prizing youth who die by noose
like welcoming Ma$e back
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back
Pastor Faggot
And now hes back and he's gat holdin'
What a bad omen
He got locked up
dara se mo moore e e e mo moore
Na one forever more mo moore e e e mo moore
O my King of Everlasting Reign
O my Father o my Father thank You for Your
your finger pop
Ah to the tic toc tic tic tic tism
Live and direct is the rebels of rhythm
On your radio turn up the stereo cause it's working
be our spotlight
Raise the roof
Fill out this club
So we're here, let’s pump it up
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Are you gonna stay for this night?
Yo
Wadup
that roof missin' (Vroom)
Gold on me like King Tut
Told that bitch I don't give a fuck (Uh uh)
Money long need a Brinks truck
Stackin' chips nigga keep
To *'Stand By Me'
Like Ben E. King said
The rest of my life
Listen!
Baby! Baby!
It's too (late)
You're too late to wake up
(It's too late to wake up
a praise in my belly imma send it thru the roof
Praise is what I do
I live by the word of God
so I am not coming with choppas
but I am fully strapped up
thinkin, "Hello, where's the L-O-V-E"
Pigs play games, my little man'll never say names
Word to his pops with elephant veins
They both locked-up still,
they get a taste they'll never let go
Dam my fault I aint mean to go on
These just my thoughts everyday provoked
By the constant thought a blowing up
the storm is asleep
I came from down below
(Down below)
I'm tryna blow
(I'm tryna blow)
Up out of the roof
Till I can't see the floor
I came from down below
It's the wild kids anthem yeah
That's the lifestyle that I'm living
And you know we ain't pretending
When I pull up to the building
Tear the roof right
said shut up that's my new policy
I got to get mine, so my focus is winning
I could never change been that way from the beginning
If I drop the roof
around the world
So don't be mad at me
I overthink things radically
King tragedy
Prince everlong
Never shake up my eight-ball cause its never wrong
Mask off and jump off the roof
Contact high to adjust my view
My senses like spidey senses
Caught his third strike with nine offenses
No uncle Ben
I'm a king, I'm a king
I'm probably gon' die on the balcony
Rantoul stay the fuck up
I got Champaign in the back of me
Danville, this is our time
All
Like redneck or "got the blues"
That's where you apply colors to
Something else, you know, to come up with
What it is you're trying to say
So, there are
Yeah, yeah, I love Math
Yeah, yo, yo
y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the King?
Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot
Uh
Yea
Yea
Yea
Can you
Turn me up a lil bit
Yea
Glooks
Nov
Mama said not to call em pigs anymore
I'm aging by the day they don't see me as a kid
Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask
King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags
Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
Fifth out,
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
Respect the King
So you know you gone win
Shawn Carter
The King of New York
R-e-s-p-e-c-t
We flexing heavy on our way to the top
We getting money
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