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AKA John Mickens AKA John Mickens AKA John Mickens AKA John Mickens AKA John Mickens AKA John Mickens AKA John Mickens AKA John Mickens I'm the king I floss rings, the new John Mickens I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters bitching From New York to Richmond, my shine is sickening Ice drips, frost bits, or forfeit shit I got to rewrite this mackin' game, baby Layin' in the barber shop, knowin' haters is shady Maybe, they sex young chicks and whips But I got lesbo' combos ridin' stick-shifts For no chips, I'm seein' four to eight lips Let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, players and chips, sick Mr. Smith, the rarest breed Separate the dimes from 'hoes like chronic seeds Miraculous Lyrical swiftness Practice this, stop bein' actresses On mattresses with your legs up in the air Splash the crisp, John Micks, a millionaire Another Day, another dollar My fortune 500 is fully funded Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps I'm the glossiest and the costliest Feel the force of this Lyrical arsonist Hotter, than a yacht with rottweilers Chicks in choppers with they thong sittin' proper The crisp poppa bringin' drama like soap operas The show stopper if you playas don't flow proper I'm the jiggiest, bitch, shit the wittiest Wonderin' why cats front on who's the williest Chill, relax, you cats will fall Ten mill, ten plaques upon my wall You stall, mix large, I see why y'all Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches Supercalla, never mind the alladocious Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this Another day, another dollar I'm the MC that you strive to be Competition is dead, 'cause ain't none of y'all live as me Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby So save all the goodfella shit for Scorsese So iced up, they call me Mount Everest The many get honey ways draped over my headrest I run game from Fort Green to Maine I keep ya head noddin' like dope is in your vein Hail to the King Cajone, jing-a-ling I buy ya clicks loyalty with one pinkie ring Gotta be above average to grow cabbage I wreack havoc, do damage Don't have it Techniques up to par Yeah you, get ya black ass looped like Mardi Gras Chick soup too Hittin' me off in yo' car Blaze her in the alley 'cause she actin' bourgeois Another day, another dollar It's hard bein' the King, baby But someone's gotta do it
Written by: BARNES, OLIVIER, REBENNACK, SMITH
Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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