Lyrics:
you softly
How you gonna step to me kid? You grew up off me
TV, Movies, and Records and Tours
So many busters wearing Versace I don't wear it no
office, the King on the throne
I spent my first three hours on the telephone
You know with newsmen reporters, and votes too
I had so many calls, I didn't
always on so every rhyme I say is not an Acapella
Like Mandela I came a long way for this
And I not backing up anytime soon
Like the moon I am
step on the scene they move clean out the way
Life aint the dream that they seem to portait
Walk with me king come and see where I stay
Come talk to me
office, the King on the throne
I spent my first three hours on the telephone
You know with newsmen reporters, and votes too
I had so many calls, I didn't
who don't believe it
Where do I begin
So many words were written of
The coming of the Lord
A thousand years of prophecy
Just can't be ignored
God in
hustlers spirit
The only thing true is pain
The love sharpened my aim
True say I weren't always aim right
So many aimless nights
Still so many priceless days
I ain't have too many role models
But I had everything I would need
I think my folks hit the lotto
When my mother gave birth to three kings
I had
send out them killers to settle the debt
I used to serve and collect (Collect)
So I always been an entrepreneur
Came a long damn way from the sewer
So implored you are by me to cease all protest to my cause
And shall I sit idly by whilst my kingdom's crops die?
Sit idly so though not being
Too many times
And its all over
I need a girl that handle
5'7 she parked by my phantom
Cause I feel so abandon
And she can hold down better than I
gangster first? Ain't no way on Earth (pussy)
Parade and lurk in Hellcats and Trackhawks like we playin' Durk
After we snatch a piece of this game by doin'
shot into my head until the blood stained
But I had too much to gain
So I obtained many injuries along the way
And just as soon as I thought
That I
Al Pacino (Al Pacino)
Flowers for a king, flowers for a king (for a king)
So, the very day I die, this song you sing (song you sing)
Flowers on my
so they can hate on your ass
What's in a name? What's in a name? Suffering and pain
Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, king's grace
I
so many hands, it's been happening so much lately
They've all been trying to dap me up in line, they've all been waiting
Yeah, you know, that's what
asta e mike già so che l'assaggerai
Pasta Rhymes vedo che ti piace assai
Master Chef con asta e mike la tua pancia va in stand-by
Attracting only women, got no time for little girls
Cause girls look so good but their brain is not ready
I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman cause
Attracting only women, got no time for little girls
Cause girls look so good but their brain is not ready
I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman cause
be yaro o
I dey do my things my way
No holiday ( no get holiday )
So many prophecies dem say
No worry seh ( no worry seh )
I dey chase my dream all day
a God in this game
Y'all niggas homonyms, sounding the same
Not in my lane so I can't complain
Me and Ben Frank got a damn good thing goin' on
Way
up
He likely might bun up
We be active if it's night or day
Coming for the top heading right your way
Will see many man try to be like me
But they
grace and tie by the Holy Ghost
When I fit to shutdown na when God call me
E ye e ye e ye oh no yeah uh yeah
Problems too many problems
Problems too many
to live
How many times did you realise that life's a gift
You have to take the risk, so you can make it Big
Ben told me the clocks ticking I hope you take
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