Lyrics:
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
Yeah
You can spot a fire by watchin' the Spotifiers (uh)
They just press play on my shit and they start a fire (yeah)
Ride 'til I die, 'til
consumer minds by green stuff, cover bimbos, dope rhymes
Am I a ninja now?
They said my beat sounds too undone, so I left this work for now to a guy, whose
guns how niggas come to open your top
I give a fuck how you feel bitch I could see in the light
Somebody should of told us that the grim reaper was white
with the hat
I pack a gat but pray I don't gotta use it
You'd think these bars are just music, to me this shit's therapeutic
That means I do this shit
both times they had to king me
Control the game with a queen this girl can never leave me
I'm here to show the world since they ain't believe
It make me
The king is in the White House
The belly of the beast
The fox is in the henhouse
It should be quite the feast
Why would somebody
Conceal their tax return?
What's life for a nigga like me
No J's 'less they on TV
I see and plead if somebody could be like me
Boy I'm sick like I need IV
That's why I'm back
I use the rhythm to preach about imperialism
I get on it like martin luther king and do the damn thing
Far as snitching goin like j-lo I can sing
he said he gon start rappin
He came up wit both parents man that nigga ain't no killer
Accidentally shot somebody he was scared he pulled the trigger
impressed by
You couldn't get me to ossify
I do what i choose to, I'm a fucking king
Respect for you is my dick in full swing
I was made to be free
Maybe
ignited
While you take in all this piping
Ain't no use in fighting
She said she only fuck with dikes
Bitch why is you lying
On my pole you sliding
Smoke
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
no time for no hating
You must got me mistaken
For somebody you use to know in the Past
But I ain't even trying to go there,
You ain't got no time for
blessed her face (amen)
I don't order by the bag, I order by the crate
I'ma smoke until the sun's blocked, I don't use drapes (okay)
I was really out in
the most expensive
and regal garments that surpass anything
ever worn by a king
and fetch me a stalin fit for a king
and let his trappings be studded with
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
to the Surface then get ate up by a Bird and regurged to the kids
I want rewards for the graft
Not the pinnacle of fame
I want Critical acclaim
Some Awards for
that God bless all the rappers
Steady tryna attack us (attack us)
Forget the main factors
I pray by myself every night that God bless all the rappers
and start to take a bunch of pictures
With shy fans who get dragged up by they brothers and sisters
What's up girl I'm with you, kiss up on her cheek
She
Barack
From a house to a spot, king size to a cot
Said it was getting better, but the shit didn't stop
So the women on the block, pussy full of rock
bring it to your doormat
I don’t think you wanna get embarrassed by the young king, uh-uh, no man
I’m the leader now just get behind me
You know you like
Howie]
Listen mother fucker get this strait
Your momma got a pussy like a be 58
Runs by electric runs by gas
Your momma got a pussy like King Kong's ass
Howie]
Listen mother fucker get this strait
Your momma got a pussy like a be 58
Runs by electric runs by gas
Your momma got a pussy like King Kong's ass
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