Lyrics:
I'm return for the people, this chest about saw
King said "You want war? Make brick without straw"
That's a son not being king, and shorty knows good
by myself and now I mastered it (I'm good now)
Drum work mean all the guns got drums, that's just how bad it get
I shoot that nigga right in front
your submissive you treat me like a king
You treat me like a king yeah
The wifey type bae what's your size for a diamond ring
Tell me
Cause good girls
You can't tread on me
'Cause the glorious King
Goes from victory to victory
Enemy under my feet
The blood of the Lamb changes everything
I'm covered by
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, with his band of men
Feared by the bad, loved by the good
Robin Hood,
year I went Napa on good boy flex
So I wouldn't go back to the pen
I went back to the lab I
Came back with the peng
I took the peng straight back
And understanding
Possessed by gods
Transferred to man in
A script of a book
A scripture that looks
Like a Biblical writing
Inviting a hook
Of a song sing along with
found myself lost
By the station called King's Cross
Dead and wounded on either side
You know it's only a matter of time
I've been good and I've
on the come up, you good where you at
They watchin' the throne, I run where I'm from
King of the city, uh, king of the city
Nobody play with me, they only be
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
by His nail-pierced hand
Than to be the king of a vast domain
And be held in sin's dread sway
I'd rather have Jesus than anything
This world affords
Mercy remix
I feel like praising God in my whole life even when it's bad times He's still good.
I feel like jumping
to cloud nine
Give me a second, let me roll up
We can hop up on my Nimbus Cloud
You wanna get by
Man learn how to fly
My nigga Goku, he died
Blunt hitting
king so
Do kneels,
B***h.
Don't worry n***a
I'm good.
Don't hope you die or nothing,
I'm good.
And I see that you pry for something
I'm good
time its not longer me its us
We must trust
King to my Queen
Soul to my mate
Knight to my castle
Sealed by our fate
King to my Queen
Soul to my mate
Aim with money at your hoe, tell her lick dick
We been on sick shit, y’all ain’t seen this yet
King crown on my head, and diamond Cuban on my neck, yeah
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
The king was provoked by this answer, and shortly resolved to wage war;
In attempt to ensure his persistence, and the life of his people of course
But
and (Grace)
Saviour from heaven sent Healer soaked with His blood by (Grace)
Blood bought clothed, look at the good life given to me by (Grace)
He is the reason
realised I was the king of the rhyme
I got on the microphone and what do you see huh!
The rest was my legacy
I was born to be the king of the be bop swing
soft.
I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time
When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.
I got on the microphone and what do you see?
realised I was the king of the rhyme
I got on the microphone and what do you see huh!
The rest was my legacy
I was born to be the king of the be bop swing
Going out popping out busting out the screens
Yeah we cashing up busting down acting like we're kings
Yeah we acting wild fuck the rules fun by any
these be the charms
Sheba, King Tut suite at the Khalifa
Tied to a chair getting burned by cohibas
A well dressed thug who run clubs in the Koreas
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