Lyrics:
stay clean, plus momma in a Lex four
She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death
It's the bird man Jr. sincerely yours
When it rains it
to the Mohabi
Tash Diamond D and the Ro to the J
Amazing feats happen when we come out to play
[Chorus]
Out the funk bag of tricks
Just for kicks, I
they live but they lying
So it’s time to get trap back jumping
Get shit back popping, bitch
Hey, now who done say I'm not the shit
Hey, nigga who you
back, I'm at peace at night
No more cops, no more Rodney King's
No more peekin' out the curtain wit' the rifle by any means
AIDS don't exist, plus my
Brother, Derek X, kick flavor
I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone is named Lucille
Throw a dip in my hip so they call me extra ill
Making big
none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, uh!
Ayo we the live niggas holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers
and pass out
Yeah I'm in charge now
I'm a star and I bought my fucking cast out
I live a very very very wild lifestyle
Heidi and Audrina eat your heart
(Chorus: Repeat 2X)
And even though you gone, your memory lives on
And on yeah, and even though you died
You still my nigga, my nigga, my niggas
I met
Hey yo Jim man why don't ya, you don't you kick some of that
You know, you know how you do it man
It's a trip people don't even believe were together
to the Earths and all the kids
Long live the god Divine and Big Free
Young seeds and great kings
[Chorus 4X]
I bang with the gang that don't need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,
dip 4
say they live but they lying
So it’s time to get trap back jumping
Get shit back popping, bitch
Hey, now who done say I'm not the shit
Hey, nigga
so we equally appointed
First four hundred years, see we actually enjoyed it
Constitution written by the W.E.B. Du Bois
Were no reconstructions,
hospitals
Get with brothas down for the cause givin it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings
thousands seen early graves
Victims of worldly ways, memories stays engraved
All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers
The young hunger,
Nothing
I am King Nothing
I am King Nothing
Step on your neck and get a head start lil bitch
They had to break my teeth for my brand new red kicks
Never
Guardian of justice
Offering help
Favorite victim of your self-made gods
Four-continent-king
Empty shroud
Who runs to the indigents aid
Oh my perfect hero!
combined, put on all the people, we all shine
Every mother of the clique created
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
sin!
Guardian of justice
offering help
favorite victim of your self-made gods!
Four-continent-king
empty shroud
who runs to the indigents aid!
I bang with the gang that don't need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,
dip 4
Humble Arrogance Intro
Yea, yea
Swear
Yea, I go by the name of Rzn Svn, the third/
We kick shit we pop shit we do a whole lotta shit man but, we
know I’m beastin' i say
They love the shit they like it
When it’s nasty they excited
Get possessed by my spirit and
They ain’t tryna fight it
Leave
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
Glasshouse, I reside by the library
Yves Saint Laurent frames, sipping Ciroc berry
Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up
Long ashes, hanging off
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