Lyrics:
They keep the sideline benches warm
I'm a king that's never held a crown
Be my queen, and we can build from the ground
It's about time that you and I
your ass get smoked, it's my bullet you caught
So if you're talking shit about the niggas in black
Bow down to the King's and Raider's hats
They played
about
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
Well it's like smack
That you're talking about?
The one that you claim as a hip-hop artist
But won't do the research on hip-hop history
Or the one where you disrespect,
Wow, you're telling me about this
I'll tell you about that
Stop talking shit you'll walk into another trap
When all the time you know
You know my
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
the stencil
She bad
I hope the price is right if it is promise lil baby i’ll rent you
King Nate why all of yo songs they be sounding so sad
I promise lil baby I
boring and boozing
I wind you up, your alarm keeps snoozing
Made it easy, I guess your'e stupid
Way too elite to be caught by your cupid
Sorry cupid
But
about
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
Well it's like smack
with my man Andrew Jackson
My bank account and Ben Franklin just maxing
So I sip Coors while my fifties I sort
Once in a while I'll lounge about in
I think I need a shot, ohhh, so I'll forget about you,
I think I'd rather not, lose, by not living in the moment,
I think I need a shot, ohhh, so
talking real sweet
Talking real smooth like his name Ice Cream
Ben and Jerry, that can be our thing
Or I'll be Braums and you'll be Andy's
Forget the fact
from the crib to the grave
For minimum wage can barely keep a job or a home
A car or a phone, forget about gettin' a loan
You starting to moan, your
He used to sing all of these songs
For just about ev'ryone
He used to be the shining star
In every karaoke bar
The Karaoke King is dead, the Karaoke
heard about, fresher than you heard about
Yeah I'm strapped now pussy nigga this ain't just word of mouth
For niggas wit dirty mouths, I got a lot
Black diamonds, Black History Month, turned to Martin Luther King overnight
I was just rollin' the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my
her
And fuck all of my old friends I'll forget about them by the weekend
Okay kay kay kay kay
And your love is vacant but I know one day I'll get there
Yea, I ain't go too deep
Just to tell you I'll
Be the king by the end of the week
Exit the stage to your left
Take that front row seat
You've been
Never forget that they praying for you
I know it ain't easy just to keep it one hunnid
But you always gotta keep it a 50 times 2
Think about your niggas
we forget, where I come from
This is a story, of how I came undone
Lest we forget
Lest we forget
The North, the West, I'll go back to the mother
And redemption that's sure
It's about me and it's about you
Most importantly it's about a Savior who makes broken things new
And I'll tell you a secret- this story
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen (Hoo)
As the slow ray round about
Deep and crisp and crispy
Brightly show the boot last night
by a star so I shine when I dash
Bitch, I'm the king and you comin' in last,
Said shit is amazing
Bet I'll have chicken when I raise the cane in
Any
Bloods everywhere you lay, but ain't no blood in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like USDA
OMW to your trap (blap) now I'll be on my way
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