Lyrics:
on thirty summers
Goin' on thirty summers
We been movin' how you fuck niggas wanna
My 30 For 30 highlights doin' numbers
King
Woo, uh
Uh, king
Uh,
in it
You see they diss us, but they ain't hate us
They wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made
Hero or God, doesn't matter
Your fate is the same in this night
Blood and guts they will splatter
And you will die by my sword
Ain't your typical
be low, my nigga not seen
Just know he up it and smoke anything (brr)
Bitch, I'm the goat, you know I'm the king, uh
(You know I'm the fuckin' king
When you walked around your house wearin' my sky blue Lacoste
And your knee socks
Well, you cured my January blues
Yeah, you made it all alright
I
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
soul up there)
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
(That's my soul up there)
There's a blue whale beached by a springtime's ebb
(That's my soul
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
the truth
Cold blooded killers walking round in blue suits
What we do
I'm really praying for my people
Welcome to the U.S where being black is illegal
What we
wanna mic from the king, gon have to take it from me
I wrote the album just to tell my story
She looking at me up and down, then she smile, I think she
and link with Mike (what?)
And if I let 'em have my wife, niggas should thank me
With this Balenciaga and Balenci' boots and a new blue Yankee
This is Ye,
a album
Checkin' on my Instagram every hour
Like damn I hate this dude, god
He's such a faggot
Why they think he dope, fame why he have it
Damn his music
Album number two I'm dropping it out the blue
Saw dust on me I'm building another booth
Stretching in the morning I'm tryna preserve my youth
Coconut
my rhymes acid and your asinine, bastard
Everybody know Cass can rhyme
Thats not a question, I was born with it
Got a blessing
I'm the King, everything
Wo-ey-oh (i'm dancing inside)
Wo- ey oh (i'm dancing inside)
'Cause I've ditched my blues as we paint the town
So apologies for my Freudian frown
One last
the music's blues brother
I said it once up on this album, I'ma call it back
If you need us, than hit us, yo we gon' honor that
Ain't about an autograph
the globe
My team never fold
Im in my bag, and you know it got hella dough
Blue and red, you know thats the flag
None of my teammates
Gettin franchise tagged
me Lucifer
Ive been destroying my own dreams that's why i'm known as Freddie Krueger
Pull a nine to my head top watch it explode
Hannibal lecture
win a lot of fights
But I never tried to be like Mike
I'm tryna do my own thing while people wanna take a bite (Yeah, King DCN, KING DCN)
Yeah, King
like a Martin Luther King speech
Remember Patrice
She looked like Kelis
Met her in club
And caught her eyein' my piece
And with all the birds
a meal
Malcolm X and the King who was a dreamer
Every word that they said was only real
400 years they been waiting for their freedom
Then Kaepernick got
the business of fumagation
And just to suare up things
Imma spray the whole city like the airbursh king
I go Bilbo Baggins for the ring
Word to Mike Rose I Will
my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess what?
(I'm whiskey
my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess what?
(I'm whiskey
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