K.O.M.O. (King of My Own)

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Da Paper Boi

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I'm in the booth strapped up like a mother fucker man 
All my guns on me ya heard me 
Desparato type shit 

Let me tell ya a li something bout me 
I came from the gutter, raised by my brothers, came out the struggle 
All my niggas like leaves on trees, only hang with each other 
Stayed into trouble, nigga almost killed me when i was 15 but i ain't no sucker 
Came back bussing, keep a straight face with the a.k. case a nigga think i'm bluffing 
Age ain't nothing, i been through a lot 
Bartender, i send you a shot 
Hair trigger, killing the ops 
Like pigeons, i'll shit on ya block 
Yeah, on the run from the cops 
Shit I been on the run for a month 
Sonning niggas with the glock 
Shit now you a dumb son of a gun 
Yeah, Put the stick to ya flesh like a virus 
All of my weed from the islands 
All of my niggas are violent 
Open ya chest like a pirate 
I'm fly as a jet imma pilot 
Necklace switch up the climate 
Me and the clique living righteous 

Lotta friends did me wrong, had to leave em alone 
My li bitch left me alone, but ain't tripping we grown 
For my city put on, did this shit on my own 
Imma king of my own, fitta sit on my throne 
If i put the clip in the chrome, put the that shit to ya dome 
Talking slick to my dog, split ya shit to the bone 
Dropping dick on a shone, while she still in her thong 
Imma king of my own, fitta sit on my throne 

It ain't a question, the realest who in it 
Paper the best im the man of my city 
Quit with the guessing go head and admit it 
When i'm under pressure no sweat i be chilling 
Be deep in that pussy whenever i'm in it 
Sleep in that pussy my head on her titties 
Wake up then go get it i'm back on the block 
Still on my job i'm back on the clock 
Getting this gwuap, like f*ck who don't like it 
Dripping in sauce, honey & spicey 
Never been flaw, never been trifling, never do shit that'll come back and bite me 
No that ain't likely 
Say no that ain't like me 
Soo many clips can make a movie, i'm sort of like spike lee 
Ay bru, where the hell you from 
Look nigga let me tell you something 
If you ain't from my block, don't come on my block, unless i'm fitta sell you something 
Free the real my homies, my dogs, my niggas, my whoodies 
They say all the real in jail or dead, but i'm still here, just lonely 
But i'm on it 

Lotta friends did me wrong, had to leave em alone 
My li bitch left me alone, but ain't tripping we grown 
For my city put on, did this shit on my own 
Imma king of my own, fitta sit on my throne 
If i put the clip in the chrome, put the that shit to ya dome 
Talking slick to my dog, split ya shit to the bone 
Dropping dick on a shone, while she still in her thong 
Imma king of my own, fitta sit on my throne

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