Lyrics:
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
moving so dangerously
I hear them speaking on things
But what is a king, if he ain't even got him a queen
I went and gave her a ring
Then I went and gave
(woo)
Getting sucked up by Jasmine (sucked up)
Slurping my wood, cabin (slurp)
Skippa he started that dabbing
Lock 'em up for kidnapping, they jacking
and rolling blunts almost every sesh
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
"1 Kings 18:32-36"
I'm still up in here
Not hanging
what i do
Do it so big for the block when i move
Now im a God when i move 2410 with my niggas we boom
Boom up the room never fuck with them hoes
Coz all
the bars I'ma run it up
So cold know I got me a heater
Been known that my choppa's a eater
At the top of the east like the Eagles
Yea I'm tucking the chain
marching,
Marching, marching
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But
and now all of a sudden
They think that I'm wrong, bitch you ain't wrong
I'll switch it back by end of the song
King Lui nada now this Nobunaga
Now this is
young Jordan was raised by Lifted torches
To become what some would say is
Repentance recorded.
Call me a Viking
Or a V.I. King
Striking
Every beat I
I'll leave that up in your care
I'll leave that up to your choosing
Now get up and get to moving
I wanna get to the grooving
Now got me in my chair
processing
How now I'm in rhythm with Thoughtlezz
We moving so ice cold I know they not burning us
If the sky falling down we gon keep fucking turning up
Looping the purple moor
Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching, marching
King George's men came marching
Up to the old inn door
And they bound
eyes are on us ya heard
If you fall get back up
They've taken so many shots all missed
Stay focused move on principal
Live by a code
Shoutout my man
sowing
Scattered on the ground and now they be growing
Praise the king He took the no out of knowing
Praise the king I was dull now I'm glowing
Spirit
got the, big home, the whip chrome
The king back you can't take my throne
I been chillin' on the low gettin' dough fo show
Run up on me 30 shots but I'm
got the, big home, the whip chrome
The king back you can't take my throne
I been chillin' on the low gettin' dough fo show
Run up on me 30 shots but I'm
some room
So I'm setting up the cheese and trapping you, you and you
Living low key so I'm nice y'all assume
But for all I care, get smoked by a nuke
It
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Getting' double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin' Niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
like a king when I pull up with the Maserati solo
Cold like apollo
Coming from my creed tell em hold up
Lamborghini chain in my dream yeah
Floss
on my waist, I get my eagle on
Padico, e-hola, lethal lethal, ya peoples on
Donde viva, la vida loca, pop up like measles on em
Triple X sex, yes
(Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm
Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm)
Holy Spirit moving up and down, yeah
I am rising higher like a fountain
Never had a friend but know
And why I'm so tense, man, I should be relaxin'
Remember times on the highway with them ten
Done it all the best, cuz I never seen the pen
Still do it
story I'm on top of this lair
Nobody's movin' how I'm moving I'm the king of Murda Mills
Ain't no motion picture film this is my life and how it feels
Yes
would meet up
By our lockers, should've seen us
We were real cute, like the
King and the Queen of the
Underworld had rose from the dead
Jealous guys
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