Lyrics:
make sure you all seated
In Billboard read it, believe it
(Chorus)
[G-Dep]
Soul Controller, rap Ayatollah
Kids hate me when they older I put
tha King of the South, there is none flyer
(I'm tha King)
Sucker MC's outta call me sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will
grand; the Clan enhanced me
Try to creep the Clan, you better out run
A solid gold silver-bullet-shootin' shotgun
I'm
I hadda slow down
But I got me a homie still slanging the drought, told em this how it go
Get me sum product you go onna roll
You sell outta product
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'
some random nigga that live in Atlanta
That she only see when she feels obligated
Admitted it to me the first time we dated
But she was no angel,
bitch richer, I might call her Adele
Triple digit numbers up on the scale
Scamming shit but you could never tell
Probably why they had to ban me off Zelle
till I die
All my friends just dead, so my Uzi by my side
Burnin' up my head, only way I feel alive, huh
Money spent on meds, purple tears when I cry
You
I'll more than share each pain that you endure
And when you're in the autumn of your years
You'll call me in the night and I'll be near
I love you
wit me on the low
Next time when you're all alone
Mek time fi you when you call
I don't worry none at all
I don't worry none at all
I don't worry none
stress it for none
‘Cause sooner or later my moment will come
Yeah
Persistent, and boy I can’t run
Came for the guala, I need me a ton
Finessin' it proper
money, money, money, money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm focused
They say I'm
you mad, she ain't give you give you none
Green light when you're ready, baby gimme gimme some
Why you mad, she ain't give you give you none
Is it
working so they call me mister
Going through the pain made me stronger than back then, but also I got a lot richer
I go by DaFlame, but the struggle turned
nigga, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane
None of my hoes got a lot of mileage
Keep it G, your style is
staying stingy with the money
Keeping all of my bucks
And can't none you niggas take it from me
Leaving cash on the books
Sending bread though the app when
Had to run this shit up
I'm staying stingy with the money
Keeping all of my bucks
cnd can't none you niggas take it from me
Leaving cash
THere's always someone richer there's always something more
One day you'll understand that when she walks out your door and
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She stops returning
counting up racks, blues, lil' boy don't get too close
Don't you even try to act cool, none of your diamonds gon' glow
Whippin' around in a Jag two hundred
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
his car (wow)
All the subliminals pissing me off
My shooters on call and I pass them the ball
Why should I cap 'bout my name on a song?
I'm the one
cuz I don’t interact
I’ll interact with them kids when them shows is packed
Oh you think you all that
You need to fall back
Missed calls; ain’t nobody
tha King of the South, there is none flyer
(I'm tha King)
Sucker MC's outta call me sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will
bitch with me, fuck her 'til she dizzy
Ain't 'posed to mix the
Percocets with the Remy
But I feel like an animal when I got a milly
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