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Lost to the streets now that boy found
Child of the King, bring that boy crown
Grew to achieve everything that he dreamed like
Boom, look at that
ozone could of spin him quick
Too much games he must think it's mini clip
You ain't king of the ring like Billy Kidd
Bruh, you ain't on sport like a mini
won them by a landslide
They come ends, get boyed then try to bill us
I don't beg friends, you can fly with no proppelers
They don't like man, but
Ayo, the child born
By this treasure on the crown worn
Highest level on the styles form
Leave your vowels torn
Consonants, protonouns worn out
Lions don't lose sleep over the opinion of sheep
Nothing seems real 'til it lands at your feet
We all pay bills, I've got gaps in my teeth
They
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
problems and dreams
Give it all to the king
They swear money don't grow on trees
They life must be boring
That's cuz they don't plant no seeds
They reaping
skill, then boost and build
Truth, I will, always choose my pill
I chew it, pay the bill
Sit and chill, let me do thing
Throwing up, shaking up, by
Hey to me l wanna say it to you
Let get ready today
Yo the black youth raised different from the white child
Dislike how it's quite foul forced
Elementary year when I was really young
I would get jumped by these kids that would act tough
They made my life rough
Did it for years, guess they
time I headlined
They begged for me
Last time I had no whip I bought 3
Now it's gold bottles flooded to the feet
Roc Boy
Ciroc Boy
Now in Ramada Boy
By
Destinys Child
Treffe dich und schlage deine Fresse zu Brei
Freshester Style, Mutterficker, das ist Überkillashit
Ich bin der beste deutsche Rapper zur
Elementary year when I was really young
I would get jumped by these kids that would act tough
They made my life rough
Did it for years, guess they
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that
I love your mom and everything, but see
under
Standin' on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
of King Dedede
Loaded up the bong and I'm ready to hit
Hot momma by my side rubbing her clit
She says that our rhymes are fucking lit
I'ma launch that
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
(Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger)
Uh, get your mans
If you switchin' up then tell me in advance (yeah, ayy)
Sticky hold, red
"Bills"
Word to Arthur Kill, Gun Hill for real
Wolf Gang, Murder Mouth
It's the king of the hill
and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that
I love your
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
you don't bring no money through
Look I only feel capes
And to get it I kill Jakes
By the time I'm twenty want to be the ghetto Bill Gates
You
and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that
I love your
and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that
I love your
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