Lyrics:
sometimes the king misses his own throne
Pastor Troy and I miss home, A-T-L
Atlanta, I'll rep for you, I'll always be there for you
Atlanta, I'll rep for
when I was like six
Uncle Bobby got the house raided back in 9-6
Kick in the door
K9s all in the kitchen way before
I even heard of Mike Vick
Momma in
the good power-U (to get by)
You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real wit'chu (you're all)
Loving
hands
I ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street
Braced myself for the goodbye
'Cause that's all I've ever known
Then you took me by
fascinating)
(Add to these a nose
That I can thumb
And a mouth by gum have I)
(So tell the whole wide world
If you don't happen to like it)
(Deal me out
You can haunt any house by yourself
Be a man or a mouse by yourself
You can act like a king on a thrown
There are lots of things that you can do
danger
I've got nothing left to lose
I'm so high it makes my brain whirl
Dropped my cell phone down below
Ain't that just like me?
By the time I got
to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do, we know who you are"
Can't stop the habit of livin' on the run
Take it all for granted like you're the only one
Livin' on my own somehow that sounds nice
You think I'm your
is my flow that y'all be chasing
Letting my niggas know before I go I drop that knowledge
Like dropping books lets stop the crooks
From robbing you
'm rather unavoidable
Plus that means attainable, all my niggaz that's got cable
Rope chains, gold chains, the victory explainable
MC's in my path I will
to give it all in all your life
And all the time I just ask myself why you're really here?
True perfection has to be imperfect
I know that that sounds
a cat
Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
Ask me what I've learned from all those years
you do or don't do
You're so much older and wiser and I
I wait by the door like I'm just a kid
Use my best colors for your portrait
Lay the table
I had a 49 Merc that I chopped myself
A chip on my shoulder and a story to tell
I was three years clean and I just woke up
So I sold all my shit
Taylor Swift the only nigga that I ever rated
Only one could make me drop the album just a little later
Rest of y'all, I treat you like you never made it
ask for your favorite rapper
I rapped him and made him Casper, I captured the likes of NASA
My pedigree to fly past ya, I pass the weed to the pastor
way
Stop sign, stop sign
That's all she threw at me
Till I don't feel like home no more
Wings on fire, I caught outside of a brand new home
as you can go
That's how I like it
I like it
I don't need a race in my bed
When speed's in my heart and speed's in my head
Instead
Slow, slow
and just let go,
feel the rhythm of the drums
We're gonna have fun in the sun
Now all that hard work, work is done!
Everybody, one for all and all for one
eyes
Then you take my hand
Finish my drink, say, "Shall we dance?" Hell, yeah
You know I love you, did I ever tell you?
You make it better like that
Hydro indo (buddha!)
Hah cocoa yo ya ya yo!
I need some brown weed (lady) all day
I need some brown weed (jenny)
I need some cut (lady lady)
'm not a one way DJ
Coin two side, get that?
Hear dis
Shabba Rankin', reggae people's callin' out
People from east, west, north and south
Say, I'm the MC
love
Saved by love.
I'm saved by love.
That's right.
And nothing I can say,
Nothing I can do, nothing I can say.
We're all just saved by
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