Lyrics:
your- check you
You gon' let that- play you, you know we 'gon rep you
Next mornin' every news channel and front page
Headlines another rapper was
we been getting it?
How
I got a crib in Manhattan
I run the island, Richard Branson
I be in and out the city like a New York draft pick
They cut
Juliet, uh, yeah
You could tell me what's so personal, we all gon die in the end, uh, yeah
I got my bro in the back, can you please be a friend for
more Said he up for the race
Yeah I'm a king I need me an ace
Write a check nigga, get out my face
Niggas got problems, stay in yo lane
I need me
(ugh) I call the calls (ugh)
We in this bitch
It's goin' down
Yeah I'm the king
Now where my mu'fuckin' crown?
[Repeat: x6]
Bitch I'm a boss (I'm
with Durkio
I just left the jeweler with Baby, bought two anniversaries
We go to Atlanta they Copper and Cove me
Bad lil' bitches all over me
Way too
[Intro]
Yeah, NFL, Boyz II Men
Characters baby
Meet me on the dance floor, come on
[Nafis]
Yo
It's like this, in a nice miss we faked it some
missin'
The life I live, fit for a King
Now all I need fine little dime that's sharin my shine
We sit back, watch the haters go by
I'm not tryna'
since Run and them was singin' "Here We Go"
Snatchin' ropes at the Roxie, homeboy, you didn't know my flow
Detrimental to your health
Usually roll for
hundred words
And a clip on that which motherfuckers better run
If you're not lookin' to get run over by the roadrunner
No wonder no one don't wanna go
(Move)
My bitch on your ass, Kim K (Yeah)
No disrespect (Nah)
The nigga be tripping, but we love Ye (He tripping)
Swapping our cars with my bitch
I
some Gregory Isaacs with some cool rub-a-dub
And later on we reminisce in the hot tub, huh
Mr. Lover (baby, the baddest one)
Mr. Lover (come love
heavy,
You make me better, save my sparkle
And baby, baby if I only knew then
That you'd be my champion, my king of the castle.
I get to say yes for
bestest shit
Gorillas in the mist, pro-black, pump they fist
I'm from the Planet of the Apes, King Kong clips
Silence Lambs, bitch, run through your land
I'm in the city of the purple Sprite
Someone tell Maliah I'm on fire, she should work tonight
Call up King of Diamonds and tell Chyna it'd be worth
got the bedroom shaking, back-breaking, when we're tossing it up
Listen baby, I like the way it's going down
When nobody's around, slip-slide ride
getting live
Watch this (yes), ball slide, get low (low)
Got that, come on, baby, I keep up (up)
Love that, send it to me, back it up
And I'm
're gonna have to shock him!"
"Oh my God!"
These are the results of a thousand electric volts
A neck with bolts "Nurse we're losing him, check
inna mi sight and I got to know
(Flipmode baby, Busta Bus baby, Sean Paul now, check it)
Which one is gonna catch my flow
'Cause mi inna di vibe
wanna run away
By myself
If i don't i'll go crazy
That's not what we want baby
Run away yuh
Run away yuh
I just wanna run away
Run away
Yuh yuh yuh
edgar Hoover?
The king is proud of Patrick Gray
While America's faith is drowning
Beneath that cesspool: Watergate
We leave America to ponder the image
You better
His soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking, make me king
As we move toward a New World Order
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
since Run and them was singin' "Here We Go"
Snatchin' ropes at the Roxie, homeboy, you didn't know my flow
Detrimental to your health
Usually roll for
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