Lyrics:
Imma grind till my people get saved
Young king young queens
Small kid big
I remember when I was young used to be at the park
Young niggas with ambition
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
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goes his mother left him on a church step
First step was out the front door then the first left
Down the block to the spots where the worst kept
Thirty
a position
To meet Run-D.M.C and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
to the sound of pain
Form the mud he fashioned
Welcome to the blood line of the black kings
Real life black scenеs
The Black church black thought black sins
Run-D.M.C and induct them into the motherf- Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only hall of fame I'll
Been through some shit felt the pain
Refused to quit stepped up my game
Little talk was my gift
Now they scream my name
International trips, life
bring the Phantoms
And the maybachs stay wit 'em
Pull up and park front of ya and
Let the children play in 'em
Go abroad, international
Rep the hood
Young Buck, King David
He is a depicted as, as a righteous King
Although not without fault, as well as
Acclaimed warrior, musician, poet
with me if you
Know what I’m talking about
Hall of Fame
Even though I'll walk in the church and
Burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I'll be
Look mom, I'm international Dripped out, I don't look casual
Think you can rap, that's laughable I want so much cash, it's irrational
My flow is
like a superstar
She might just take it on a date out to that new car wash
Or I could ship that bitch to Paris, baby, ooh-la-la
I'm the international
of a King, I do the math
Coincidentally, on your birthdays, I ditched the class
'Cause the younger me, dumber me was chasin' the cash
Chasin' the ass,
closed to a centimeter
Bitches on the fences wonderin what the fuck the suspense is
I land heavy uppercuts in the corner of the park fences
Knocked his
sprech’ zwar bestimmt nicht alle Sprachen
Doch ’nen Pimpslap mit ’nem Schlagring checkt man international, Bitch
Der King verpackt die Ware in
stack
Lace tracks and I rope the block
And switch whips like a parking lot
And then I park the drop
Pick up cash and mark the spot
And move do' like
a partaker
International, he would take trips, bon voyage
That's how hard he was fishing for the chips
So greedy he never gave to the needy, that's what
He was a heart breaker and a large shaker
If it was 'bout cakin' he was a part taker
International he would take trips bon voyage
That's so hard he was
of the park
In the City of the Kings
There's been an earthquake for the third time this year
A 6.8 on the Richter scale
It made the cardboard houses outside
don't give a fuck
Bad bitch a weh mi love Have nuh shame ina yuh
Move up yuh ass
Lick yuh lips with yuh tongue
Freak
King's Park Gyal
She a suck
you deserve a king cause you a queen baby girl
[Section: Isaac Carree]
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