Lyrics:
at me now, they saying that I'm the golden child
Can't nobody hold me down
Ay, oi trust me, I feel the same
Mummy told me go get this money and kill
homers like Miguel Cabrera
Stacking 'em together
I'm the undisputed king at Checkers
Creeping room to room like Freddie
Wearing a blood covered sweater
I
the order?
No Justice, no peace, how many more going to be deceased
I ain't laying down by any means
I'm standing on my feet
It's a war going on, we at the end
by the pound (smoke by the pound)
He saw my face, all he heard was a "bow!" (Bow!)
I beat the pussy, I slam that shit down (beat it up)
I can't see
All y'all stay trippin'
Road rage car flippin'
Monday nights and I'm lit
Tahitian drink in my liq
SunnyD wit no sunshine
Tan lines by the pool side
heart of a king
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll
heart of a king
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll
the cops is crooked, and them bitches is killas
And them niggas hold it down like black guerillas, where
The gangsta boogie, the gangsta boogie
Little Ben with decisions split in his head
The future's feeling imminent n' he been feeling mislead
An adolescences spent surrounded by his rich friends
Yea, Yea, Ha
Wyshmaster Beats
Eminem Show, Book Of Ryan, N9na, MMLP
Grow strings and take control of me
Take me for a puppet, grab the strings, bro I
(ugh) I call the calls (ugh)
We in this bitch
It's goin' down
Yeah I'm the king
Now where my mu'fuckin' crown?
[Repeat: x6]
Bitch I'm a boss (I'm
getting down on her knees, I got her sucking n squeezing
If I’m a dog she a flea den
She found her home wit a king pin
I keep a glock in da deep end
Des
on the 'Gram that's why you snap so much
Get it by the way I do not ask for much
My album out in the waves I got a platinum cut
But I'm refusing to pay to get
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
of ups 'n downs
Still I'm on da climb
Fuck being scared to fail
I need piece of mine
I can't be thinking what if
Later on down da line
Refuse to wait by
to struggle
I could drop an album, be a bunch of hits
Y'all aint never had rebuttals. Yeah, yeah
Watch how I switch it up quick
Y'all n*ggas popping your zits
Doused my fucking head with a bottle of peroxide
In my skull, holy fuck, did I just die
Shoutout to Eric (Ghoste)
Shout to Freddie (Dredd)
Shoutout
your hands in a shithole
My hands on the pistol
Leave a tide in the ripple
Make it big, little by little
Make it big little by little
I'm stuck in your
Ey dieser Beat ist eine Ausgeburt der Hölle
Und mein Album ist es auch
Ich bin King ohne Krone
Alle anderen hier sind Lauchs
Ich bin Straße ohne
gegen mich ist wie rauchende Colts
Du bist tot, ich erhell den ganzen Raum wenn ich bling
Ich bin wie Run DMC, ich bin down mit dem King
Ich schick
ain't shit but new niggas
Baped ?n ape shoe niggas I'm talkin' to you nigga
Bounce in the 6-4 throwin' up west side man
Sell another five million
Nate the great and Mase the ace
4eva mob'n like figure
Christ on mind til the pearly gates
Sent by God so fix your face
We came to love so kill the hate
Always getting guap
Spin the block til we dizzy
Chorus
Come from a city that never sleeps,
Too many Indians
N not enough chiefs,
Claim to be the king
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