Kings Wealth (feat. Cole Parker)

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PHYOROM

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Yeah
Mess with me 'cause I will bury you
'Cause I'm crazy
Yeah
Where's my money bitch
There's a story bout a king who lost his wealth
Damn he kind of like me
Growing up thinking that I had it all
Till my daddy left and brought about a fall
Had my momma slaving at her work
With us standing on her back we were standing tall
Now I'm here to pay her back
I'm the king who going to earn his stack
Right back, give me all my wealth
Here to return the hand that I was dealt
Not a single hand that I had held, through the making of me
I am of my own creation, cashing in my check
This a fucking seance homie
Riding with my clique I'm never lacking even in my home
Women and some fake friends wishing for their name to be up in my phone
I just let them type it down then later I delete it
All these women think I'm hitting on 'em like I'm feening
All you far from average, bitch my new girl still the baddest
So you got some competition, thinking you gon be deep in my linen
Seen a hundred girls just like you, all y'all Meseeks I just keep on sitting
Never stand up just to greet y'all, listen to my track Talk
That shit be my theme song, anytime y'all talk shit, bitch I turn my demon on
Let it free roam, that's some self expression, better use it as a lesson
Maybe next time never tempt me, you won't have to see me close yo curtain
Reaching that big type of mad I'm certain that you gonna end up butt hurt
Whipping in that black hearse, looking at yo messages that shit make my eyes hurt
There's a story bout a king who lost his wealth
Damn he kind of like me
Growing up thinking that I had it all
Till my daddy left and brought about a fall
Had my momma slaving at her work
With us standing on her back we were standing tall
Now I'm here to pay her back
I'm the king who going to earn his stack
Right back, give me all my wealth
Here to return the hand that I was dealt
Not a single hand that I had held, through the making of me
I am of my own creation, cashing in my check
This a fucking seance homie
Uhh
F*ck them hands that y'all are dealing
PHY and I yeah we the real ones
Plans for bands demo the ceiling
Fans like Stan gon leave 'em kneeling to us
We don't be doing that much
A-U-T-O with the touch
They gon be fending for us
Yeah, yeah, uhh
Is it real?
What I feel
Ahh, ahh
Keeping it going, love that
Naw f*ck that I don't feel and I know it
Just facts in the void I'm a poet
Laced wraps got me going I'm focused
But still they on us
I feel, be honest
You don't how it is I promise
Still prey on us
Empty pockets
Got to keep pushing we gon get the deposit
But still they on us
I feel, be honest
You don't how it is I promise
Still prey on us
Empty pockets
Got to keep pushing we gon get the deposit

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