Lyrics:
like every day
Nigga you can't tell me I don't be on the spot
When I can tell you all the homies that done get shot
From at least about five years ago
Every night you sit by the radio
Listening to the Mmming Report
to find out how King Kharlie spent the day
I know that don't make sense
but neither
wizard (huh ha)
Sekke laughing till he rolling on the floor
damn
Leave you quiet as hell like you Gordon
Dodging Noelle’s spells cause she’s boring
profits
The person I trained became the person I hunted
Such a shame how turned, hope when done I'm not haunted
What makes you king while you're living
hoes
They the only one that accepted us
White folks was prejudiced
So the foreign's all black
We done turned nothing into something
What you call that?
at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we
mumblings,
He said its finished but He still wasn't done with us
You’re, not alone
Never left behind, no child is
Tears in my eyes as I write this
Penning
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear
It's done with a flick of the wrist
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear
It's done with a flick of the wrist
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like
a narcissist, I rock with Kevin Samuels (ha)
He tell you what's necessary not what you wanna hear
Like when Stephen Jackson made fun of Kwame Brown career
befitting,
the ruler of the realm was seen.
USHER MONTRESOR
Wait!
Did you hear it?
What was it?
It's nothing.
go and, oh
It takes two to tango
You call this a lame flow?
You bought the shit
I guess you to blame too
I just found an angle (Ha ha ha)
No more
even do
Ain’t nothing new I’m off few
I’m chopped and screwed by cutting loose
Ain’t nothing new I’m missing you
I’m bumped and bruised by loving you
You
The king the king the king has arrived they can't survive
By dropping you top six, make it cancel five
No chance of finding remains, just crash
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
with no halo
To death from my cradle, what I say so, yeah that’s always done me well
can’t you tell what I came for
Not for money, girls or the gold,
the line
I can't control what is mine
My life has crumbled and it died
So why am I what's left alive
If I should fail like I've always done
Then what's
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
still cant believe
You didn't runaway
But you you stayed
But you stayed But you stayed
Promise I will not stop loving you
Without you by my side
Then what
loving a King
Saviour what can be said what can be sung
As a praise of Your name for the things You have done
Oh my words could not tell not even in part
Poet King raps
Now I've done shows with people I've looked up to since back
In the basement by the tracks freestylin with Adam and Zack
I'm attached
So hard to breathe this air that we call love,
Ain't nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love,
When you get hurt by the one you living for,
it's you
Can't you see? This is me.
It's in my genes, your king is queen
What's been has been, it's not obscene
I still love you but I'm coming clean
on these C# beats by Don Coda
I'm done
Thinking about the what ifs
Done
Thinking about and chasing girls with nice tits
Ass
Eyebrows on fleek
Done
Playing
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