Lyrics:
of a king
Dreams of beating down his oppressor
See that anger trickled on down to his successor
His son
And generations down from that one
The load
opps
I don’t fuck with haters
Bitches pay attention Like im the professor
Getting better I feel like the next successor
All these niggas salty Gotta
I just wanna highlights my abilities
I'm wondering why these niggaz hatin on me
I will never ever despise my self
Cause I'm successor on this
put rappers in a neck brace the successor yellin' check mate
Big Mac on ya chest plate
Word to spit shine my ni**as is Hausa and Igbo
I’m bumpin' CSF
will die
There is no successor
Who can bequeath
My kingdom
trade us
Lead us, cheat us, feed our fear
Deceive us & unmake us
But there's a further matter...
I mean: anointing your successor
for which I recommend
to 'em society discovered rashism
Hmmmm, hmmmm, Fuhrer vibes, hmmm?
Somewhere in the hellish cauldron is heard 'Mmmmm'
Less than century a new successor
successor I count it as a failure/
It really took a lot of years to get me here/
I guess better late then never cant nobody really tell yah/
What you gon
of your efforts
Just to win it all
cnd look in the mirror and thank the successor
You look at as if I give af
I look at you as if I was megregor
Stayed
niggas are fans
I thrive under pressure
Given circumstance
I need a refresher
Lets fly out to France
There ain't no successor
I do my own dance
Im too high
and listen his throne is your playlist and its on repeat
There’s no successor to him
Long lives the King he is and would continue to be as long as music lives
successor
I promise to be better than the both of them together
When I have a son or daughter they
Will live up to our measures
The girl I choose to love
will die
There is no successor
Who can bequeath
My kingdom
Of holy prophets
Gifted is the hand that
Brings death under oath
Of no penalty from the heavens above
The successor of carnage and mutilation
May it
fighting endeavors of terror
Thrown into king, a worthy successor
And in the ring I'll take any measures
Swipe of the claw is leaving you severed
Panther,
At the Siege of Limerick
Patrick Sarsfield won the day
But the Irish they were cheated
When his army went away
Queen Ann and her successors forced
is what you shall see
I hoped that you can be my faithful successor
But then you became a pagan aggressor
These deeds of yours leave me no choice
I
senior party bot
In the ocean, in the lake
Gotta shout-out, that's spring break
But I gotta say that this successor really dominates
Yeah I got the recipe
effort
I'm not saying I'm perfect, God done made his successor
I'm tripping writing these words, sippin on Henny, etcetra
Lord...and all I see is eyes
successor
Built to work and raised a slave
We call for war upon your name
Learned to make our own digression
To take the world in our possession
The time has
disguise
I played the lute I juggled fruit
I unicycled got inside
Headline reads:
The king and all of his successors die (Gabo)
If you got pearls
from Professor
The same faces that set you up to fail is our successors why's that so, you know,
I'm another black man in the land of free
Just Tryna
that no matter the measure
We gon be the successors
While we stacking all of this cheddar
I'm teaching you bitches, like I was a fucking professor
Out
talking about my endeavors
Your mind clever, you dress fresher, you stack cheddar
You're pure treasure I'm searching for your successor
I can't fake it I'm
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