Lyrics:
and it's right off the meter
With a fist in the sky I'm a fly like an eagle
C'mon!
I'm plugged in the sound is connected
Rise up the crowd is electric
Higher, higher
You can't get higher than the king
Higher, higher
You can't get higher than the king
He sitting up higher and higher
You can't get
learning how to take it day by day on my highway.
Yeah yeah,
What a feeling out on the run,
Drinking up the rain soaking up the sun,
Laughing a little bit
the years roll by
I'm learning how to take it day by day on my highway
Yeah, yeah
What a feeling out on the run
Drinking up the rain
Soaking up
on
The big screen then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
(I'm tha King)
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
you're flying like eagles
Down American highways
You lose a lot of friends along the way
But we just keep on moving
And rolling along
Can't look back
We
Wish i could run the world i'd do things my way
Fuck what route they taking this a king's highway
I'm moving how I'm moving they gotta turn sideways
think like eagles and lions nigga
They say lions bear the heart of god
And challenge everything moving
With no disregard
No I aint worried bout dyin
power and sound
Vibrations ah move an it ah shake them down
I a hail up the king who sits down on the throne
And represent when we ah trod through Rome
you're flying like eagles
Down American highways
You lose a lot of friends along the way
But we just keep on moving
And rolling along
Can't look back
We
the whole highway for my cruising, uh
Life's a track, and I'm constantly moving (Yeah yeah)
Rap anthems, storytelling, I'm proving (That's right)
West coast
head very often
Rifle mi beat pon di target
Shub up him head, mi fire eagle
Beretta a buss up him head, nuh bag ah laughing
Buss bwoy head very often
lived a man with many shining things
Shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings
Wining, dining, shining king
Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies
MIRRORS; HE CAN’T BACK UP ANYWAY
HE AIN’T MOVING OVER, COME HELL, RAIN, SLEET OR SNOW
OLD CENTER LANE LARRY, MODERN DAY KING OF THE ROAD
WELL, HE CALLS US
goes
Wasn't none of them niggas around, shorty
Now I'm on my king shit, C.R.E.A.M. shit
Eagle wing shit, bubble a high beam shit
Give 'em that dope that
abundant mercies..
Let my raise my hands to the kings of Kings..
Never leave him..never leave him..
His word it got me cleansed..
Moving up I'm moving up
disparity, match our hustle, we exude success
Attack us mentally, that's that energy kings get trapped into
Therefore I'm done promoting the dumb shit
I'll
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cicle that took off like
king, the ruler, smoke for intruder (yeah)
Palace here in Dallas, the crib like Zamunda (yeah)
You see we moving, I teach a student (uh)
Reach for
fly like eagles been doing the shit like liters
And hitting y'all with heaters and walking in my Adida's
I continue to bust, then I switched up
Big bags she lit
Highway moving bricks
Highway moving bricks
Keep a stick
Shorty official
No ref
Just get
Paper by da bags
She lit
Them credit cards
You know who is sitting by his side
It's the Son of Man who is Jesus can't you see
I am always looking to Yah
The Ancient of Days He's the King
will be done
Jesus the son
King of kings
My past pain hold nothing
But dead weight by all means
It's all purpose and glory
You hear that ba bowdown
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