Lyrics:
Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
I'm in the house with my nigga Sauce Money
Memphis Bleek, holdin' it down from the East coast
And from
people and I brought the hood along
Teams why, wings fly, things die but the king's eye people I never seen cry
If you wanna see the mean side just go
cnd they say this is freedom, the bloodshed, the pain
They won't shed no tears for an E.K.I.c
If u my nigga u my nigga don't u lie to me
Get it out I know sometimes u gotta cry to me
Wipe them tears then we get back to that salary
U my
o, see my life e dey turn around
I count all my blessings yeah yeah till now I still dey count
You're my father You're my king
You're the reason why I
leading you into that mess,
I was blinded by fake love don't even count that bitch with my exes,
I'm sorry lil bro I miss you shoulda never moved out
signin
They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle
Recourse of bluff game's your muscle
I'm back in the game now, copped me
hustle it mi no ramp round
Aye house pon e hill, mommy how that sound
Cyaa tek mi stripe dis yah king yah no drop crown
Me know mi highly favored by
count on you?
Come along and give me all the things
I can't do without
Show me what love is about
If you want it, too
And I'll be
By your side
cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the water
I'ma wreck
cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the water
I'ma wreck
my pants
Whippin’ dropheads hardtops fit to sell Maybach’s
Maserati’s, Ferrari’s, that money I don’t play by
Presidents stop me, imagine if I stay
hell, all a dream, I wear the crown, I'm king
Respect this mandatory, end of the story
Go fly a kite, category ain't got none
You know I'm right
you stand by your king, yeah, that Coretta shit (ayy)
In the world with no one to trust, know you can trust me (trust me)
Just know that I'm stay
If I blow it its over and the final straw
Hopeless romantic til the e-n-d who needs a freak! (4x)
I aint bb king or from the cpt
But I got the blues
duct tape
Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush grapes
I make the hardest shed a tear
Give 'em a gun, if I had two right here
Two over there,
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
baby, walk hard, the p-jects
On streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of d-cepts
On streets of l.A. I'm a whole e-set
On tracks with Jurassic I be the T-Rex
far I'm tryin' in vain
Well, I'm tryin' to find the time
For His Majesty King E. to reign
Cryin' tears of grief
Hoping for a helpful hand
For aims I
It's your boy king j
With a fever
E sofun won pe moti serious gan eehen
I no dull cause I dey for the top eehen
No rush no fall no stumble
tear pants with the candles (Stove)
Scorpions on the Carmelo Anthony (Stove)
They dropped me out the clouds
I landed in coke water in the kitchen sink
heard of me
I heard that niggas hiding come outside and pay yo Jimmy B
Cause this right here .22 count bars by 4 and that bitch shoot on beat
I don't know
bonfire
Hell with a Blair Witch, I tear up shit by the gunfire
Young esquire, wise guy extraordinaire
In the Forbes 2000, you best believe I'm in there,
bonfire
Hell with a Blair Witch, I tear up shit by the gunfire
Young esquire, wise guy extraordinaire
In the Forbes 2000, you best believe I'm in there,
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