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blurry (Blurry)
I just put double G's all on my birdie (Gucci burrr)
Putting Diamond all over mama (My mama)
Fuck wit makky it's gon be problem (Gon be

straggling
You faker than the Gucci on Fordham road with the africans
Bullet through ya abdomen you better get a pistol
Shout out to my cypress nigga's down in

no lacking
I Got the ball
Ain't they hacking
You Can't being doing
No capping
See I've been loved
By the worst
My Heart it been drug through
The dirt

run
We pull up with some hitters
Hop out and shoot your mans
Younging from the league
Was inspired by Martin the Luther a king and he showed me

Brown bottoms these some Gucci shoes no Christian Loubs
Trapped out her project spot too hot I Told that bitch to move
Sold four grams outta two zips

Always on my Grind
Always on my Shine like
You can hit my line like

Tell the game
I appreciated
Walking by faith
Never deviated
I'm on the grind everyday

Ja sie haben gefragt ob ich nicht aggressiver Rappen kann
Die Szene ist verloren zwischen Modewahn und Sektempfang
Hier dreht sich alles um den King

Aye
Aye
Wait wait wait wait
Wait can't leave without me
Can tell the man I am by who I let around me
Said if you gon play wit my heart
Put me back

to get zooted
When I make this music
I am influenced by all these narcotics
I hear them they talking
Watch how you walking
The Gucci is awesome
We popping

People think I'm insane
All I do is laugh at them
Gucci blings on my neck
Party hard everyday
Im getting girls on a daily
I told you my nigga
Told you we

Walkin' into the store I'm fresh as fuck
Promise I didn't get this far by luck
Fendi, Gucci, Versace all that shit
People see me comin' at them

to drift
We driving like kings
This is my gift
Not powered by rings
Slam on the lift
And break all their wings
My verses are swift
And my clan gonna bring

to drift
We driving like kings
This is my gift
Not powered by rings
Slam on the lift
And break all their wings
My verses are swift
And my clan gonna bring

up on God you done started a war
If you want a three five come knock on the door
I ain't fucken' with niggas just uppin' the score
King of the jungle

I'm really flattered
Amiri denim with the Gucci tiger for the pattern
SRT's cant fuck with me this credit can buy a phantom
My girl keep a pole and she

brudi
Aka drive-by
Homie, die Hose ist Gucci und Prada
T-shirt und Sneaker von Dolce Gabbana
Gravitation nur hält mich noch am Boden
Ich bin mit dem Kush

a bootycall
Moody broads dressed in Gucci socks and a nice shirt
After I fuck em I usually treat them like dirt such nice jerk
Steve Martin vibes
I've been king

to infinity
Im your king
Im your Highness
So She get the finest
Got my seeds got my music
Got my modeling and you by my side
In the meantime
Gotta go shop for

on this beat it's bodied
I'm a young teen with a dumb dream
Stevie wonder feelings how I'm unseen
But I stay steady you a dumb being
If you judge me by

to the top, and I’m still all alone
I’m the king of the castle, I sit on a throne
Sit back and relax, pour up some Petrone
My niggas support me, I can’t love

I put ma name on the shit
We got racks by the pounds and they know it
They call me sterlin but i'm spending the dollars
I am the king of ma city they

called me izzy
Nigga call me mufasa im king in this bitch
I ain’t giving no speech got a dream in this bitch
You controlled by your niggas with strings in

Flippin coke lookin up to Pablo was Hector’s lifestyle
Gucci sweats taylored by dapper Dan with the crocodile
Sneaker plug always had the heat he

chill with us don’t be a drag
Got waves on my head a wear a durag imma chase you around like we is playing tag
Got loui and Gucci I ain't trine brag
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