Lyrics:
hearses
Undertaker, Mother Nature
You be one with makers
Son to say your passion
Jesus, sip Grey Goose
Henny and reminisce, R-E-K-S Genesis
pocketbook
Later on get they ass whupped for the cash took
And the food stamps, little crook took the last book
Seemin at a very young age
Broke in
Tell Bama they ain’t fuckin with us
This that 40 out the bag
This that shorty in the passenger
Rolling up
Leather sandals/ Sunglasses
That
Selling Os by
a team
Drove a little bit further, saw mafia for life
Without a doubt everything was tight
But they gotta watch out for the King
'Cause I can make my
mad about what ain't right or wrong
Put on a fake smile then do a little interview
Introverted kid acting e off the pills
And doing dumb shit
rappers are a bore
But with me you get a little bit more
I'm sure I can reward
Your purchase cause I understand the
World unlike these other rappers
Like e
not a rookie by far
I got Tequila in the car
I just left the liquor store
And King of the Bar
That means I'm a star
So come & shine with me
I'm going
good
D is for Drake, guess he lives like old kings would
E is Esmerine, what's the genre there, who knows
F is for Feist, rich and wins all the Junos
G
American
Accents by accident b
Batter babbling battlers with a
Bag of batteries
Ban these bias blaggers because
They're badly backwards b
Batty bible bashers
too little sleep
So rest deprived, I can't even dream
I only keep loyalty around me
Cuz I've spent too much time w fake sheep
They tried to play me like
As if that look off in your eyes wasn't plenty notation
By you biting on your lip, that was plenty indication
It's for certain how you work it
of tweakers calling my
Line to find Nemo
But now they know the words
From Tahiti to Toledo
A couple washed up rappers aggy
Offended by my ego
Shit, I don't even
not a rookie by far
I got Tequila in the car
I just left the liquor store
And King of the Bar
That means I'm a star
So come & shine with me
I'm going
::verse 1::
It's the gangsta M-E-X-I-see-A-N
Back with the rhyme that'll blow your mind that you want to hear again
Because you can't get enough
can't carry on
Despised by society, treated like an animal
For the law just a piece of shit, a criminal
You thought that you could fly, high in the sky
[Chrous]
(Don't say a word) just let me get mines
(Don't say a word) just relax and recline
(Don't say a word) I'm the king of ill lines
(Don't say
on Balboa
You Apollo king
I may look like a rapper but I'm a known clapper
Cleaning out your stash
Slanging hot brass
In a class, all by myself
You slept, I
you threw a verse beside E-40
We both know they won't know
What they can't see cause they can't go
It's just me and you
We them niggas with clean money
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