Lyrics:
Models hoppin' out our showers and tubs
Dealers be givin' us ounces just because, showin' us love
50K just to show up in club
Versace frames, Gucci
that it's not a burden, why?
Because I rap in cursive
They treat my lyrics like the Bible
The OG and the King James Version
This colloquial
My verses
Okay, New York, New York
Skepta, Jme (Boy Better Know)
This is grime scene
Hold tight my mum still, big up mum
Yeah, listen
I want a 100% not fifty
of depravity, rapidly like your name was Peter
Your choice, either sink or swim or stick to sin
Or choose Christ, the king is him
Lyricist of the year so my God
a place of my hand bag
I was down on my face last year
Coz I had a few pricks
That would not give a hand back
Now I'm up and I'm on top gears
And them
King Sun Canibus IAM in awe
Spice 1 Beatnuts Kendrick Lamar
OJ Da Juice Papoose and La Flare
Laflame Gucci Cactus The Game
50 5 9 D-12 declaime
find
Over 50 restaurants owned
By 50 black women i didn't say minority
And I didn't say women of color
So after you burn down your
Own home what do you
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
a story?
Hell yeah!
Me too!
Yes Hunnie I'm a tell you a story
About the bad ass Eazy E
He was drinkin' whiskey and gin at the age of three
tryna get me a opp
It's a 5 on the benz it's a 50, a drop
Until I got a M you can't get me to stop
VERSE 1
(E- Zoe)
Fuck that Rollie man that shit
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
harder thugs
Enslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis
Shootin' at your neighbors
(cause sometimes I feel like a nut don't give a fuck
these be the charms
Sheba, King Tut suite at the Khalifa
Tied to a chair getting burned by cohibas
A well dressed thug who run clubs in the Koreas
iniziare mi tolgo
La corona dalla testa sembra WWE
In palio il titolo "Chi è il vero king?"
Ricordando che questa merda io
L'ho portata mainstream
Chinga,
roviniamo la festa
Prima di iniziare mi tolgo la corona dalla testa
Sembra WWE, in palio il titolo "Chi è il vero king?"
Ricordando che questa merda io
Bugatti
Ho' hold up, double M back in this bitch
Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip
Diamonds look like niggas snappin' a flick
Ballin' I blow fifty
baby, too bold, too bold
Ice ice baby, no soul, no soul
Last year we gassed ya up
Now herbals fill your pastures
Masters of movement and mayhem
vibing all day
Getting high sipping on Bombay
By the bay with your bae
While she giving me top
WHILE I PLAY E&J AND SHE SUCKING MY COCKK
I've been Vibing
To *'Stand By Me'
Like Ben E. King said
The rest of my life
Listen!
Baby! Baby!
It's too (late)
You're too late to wake up
(It's too late to wake up)
was banned in fifty two states?
They'd give you five years a piece
For wreckin' cd's and tapes
What if the world stopped?
No more time,fuck a watch
Tell 'em, slime
Yeah, I am the king of the E.A.
Get this bitch screwed like the DJ (Big slime)
Yeah, I am the shit where we play
We got
plug Ben Franklin my friend
I trap by myself i ont trap with my friends
I trap by myself i ont trap with my friends
Niggas is bitches they takin offense
Chorus:
How could he write a hit
When his dream was echoes
On what his life could have been
14 years in this lens
Since the queen left the world
religious, these shots'll make your shirt holey
Say please lord, forgive a nigga, actin' up like Ben Stiller
Jewelry on me so fuckin' cold, I gotta wear it
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