Lyrics:
marinate
Have control over time
& don't allow time to have control over you
Because y'all do know its never too late right?
(hook)
Don’t let time pass you
Yeah, ay
What do you mean?
I am the king, look at my car that bitch got a TV
Opened her up because I got the key
Bitch you not special get nothing for
the fans Ima do this one more time
Hottest nigga walking like you walking barefoot on the pavement
President of the rap game, I'm the replacement
Ya top
by an eye and an evil pyramid tent
They they got us slave pill poppin' like sales event
Don't listen to King K here's a supplement
Off the shits
listen then they take it all as a joke
By far the realist song I ever wrote feel like President Maw you should vote
Turn on the tv and I get the mopes
that real life and cinema don't match
Even Forrest Gump can't save us now
The king of Hollywood is dead
I don't care what the president said
I don't
to list em, there's no need to diss em
They be beheavin, destroy your whole breathing system
Twist them like big caps, who wants to hear that
Rap, murder
of what's popular
Just do in your mind what you know is right
And I promise you will be alright tonight
This is for people that got hand me downs
That wore
under control of the Federal Reserve
Wicked regime formed back in 1913
Our international bank has ruled
Presidents and kings the truth covered up by
These
on the youth
It ain't about me and it ain't about you
It's about money bags and the shit that they do
I feel like a king without nothing to prove
Money Bags
for himself, mostly speaking through his fingers
By any means, we all dream Like Martin Luther
I Have A Dream Yeah
King Jr.
Hands up don’t shoot
Judge
caught me a bass
We thought it was three
Might call me Roy, but I am the king
What do I do? I rule everything
I'm drippin' so hard, bitch, look at my
scientist, now I manifest with golden plaques
Felony paragraphs, dead on polygraph, vision a bloodpath
Black guillotines, banded like King Luis the 16th
Before
Customized in London by guys who suitup kings
Girl, you get the rings young, you behave
Maxwell he gon' sing, invited Lauryn Hill and the gang
Baltimore,
they twist my mind
they will not get away with this
A new life goal, their death
What did I do to be betrayed by you?
Now I see through the light
to make some dead presidents, macking a million G
The money though, it's got people actin funny yo
As soon as some niggaz get some light, they be like
When it comes to the rhythm, we’re the kings with it
We do a lot more than just sing and spit
And yeah we just do anything but quit
But for right
worried ima Burger King
Better switch ya situation change the station if we tryna have us a melination pimp died for hatred
So why we waiting my president
ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin
And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again
So when I get old I'ma rock, roll,
the fuck you think I do it for?
Bitch don't act like you don't know, I'm killin' all these rap niggas
Custom made caskets for yo' motherfuckin' funeral
This shit, real serious not casual sport
Let time fly by as I pen these thoughts
And I'm speedin' through life wit my car in park
And even in the day
for that
I got a dream
Martin Luther King Jr
I wanna be free Just do it for me
Like Nike
Nigga
Top Dawg turned to hype beast
No designer but I got God
Lucid butterfly
I'mma spread my wings
Did this by myself
Nothing you've ever done seen
I was born with a crown on my head
I remained a king
30
Watch me finish with a six, catch me illin' in a VIXX
If y'all don't know yet what this is, then I'm guessing that's a twist
Oliver up in a mix, I
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