Lyrics:
Brother, Derek X, kick flavor
I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone is named Lucille
Throw a dip in my hip so they call me extra ill
Making big
something I might bring
'Cause the venom in me in enticing
And you tryna run up out of my ring
Did you not hear that ding, ding?
Man Is this your king?
I'm
on my way".
He picked all of that cotton.
I said this is about a country boy like myself, B.B.
King you know.
So when he get to Chicago, his cousin
ain't Got no title
No we ain't got no title
I'm a king
But I can't give a ring
Can't see me wit no bridal
I set My glizzy right there on the dresser
the countryside. My name is St. George. I'm a knight.
Saturday, July 10th. 8:05 pm. I was working out of the castle on the night
watch when a call came in from
Off the psychedelics or a little marijuana. Coyote on peyote, Kundalini yogi. Working
In the dojo, they tryna kill my mojo. Swear they have vibrations
on the other hand you are nothing
Dude you are just a b*tch so come again suck my something
You should know when you were sleeping I was working
On myself by
Brother, Derek X, kick flavor
I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone is named Lucille
Throw a dip in my hip so they call me extra ill
Making big
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large
on
Way I'm living feel like King Kong
In my city feel like King Kong
Got em nervous "is this thing on?"
Every word I spit they cling on
Hear my verses then
All I see is black crowns
King me 'cause this is my time now
So all you other niggas bow down
'Cause all I see on me is black crowns
Black crowns
I'm the one they really want to be
Irrelevant, I give you less attention than a tumbleweed
My headspace been fucked up
I swear I'm working on it
I'm
that you see on a TV screen
I need my money in all blues like BB King
VVs bling bright as bitch, high as a cliff
Shut the fuck up when your highness is
my third eye you working on your first two (God damn)
Better pay every due, you don't wanna catch a few
Thumbprint on the head, they been lying king
dreams
Got more boots than steel toes
Kickback my field goal
Not sick but I feel cold
I am
Let me chill no
Mojo Flojo on the track I go
Fast or slow-mo
to you
But it's what we deserve
Needle on the track, I'm dope
You niggas got some nerve
That's drug talk, '88 volvo
Gold bbs, man rest in peace, macho
Running 2's with Mitch, told em hit me on the backdoor
Hesi blow-by my defender, throw the lob up to Jay Leo
D1 dreams from the K, keep on working lil Devo
impossible when you got the Gospel
Oh no, oh no, think my horns just shown
No no, bro no, hittin' powder means snow
Nose goes, Pharaoh hose, washed clean in
again y'all know who it is
I'ma big boss bet you can see the picture
Got the streets on my back I'ma movin' figure
T-raaw last king, he the king nigga
Of Cookie....And My Kicks Cost A iPhone X
Rich Young Black King & I’m Playing To Win
I’m A Real Life Boss, Don’t Get Fired Dog
Sometimes A King Need A Long Flight
business then we can have a discussion
Got the whole family here
Welcome to the function
Through the grind I made way
Inspired by Dr dre
And snoopp d o
no drip
I got the game in grips
Im on the wop like 6
Im to hot I cant miss
Never hype im too pissed
Crown me king im on shit
My girl hot just like
100 bands was my first major plan
And all that started changing when I got fans
By the age of 10 I was married to the bread
And I'm a stay going in
a long way from being watched by Zerena, uh
K-I-double L- double E-N-T-X, always got a place in my heart
Rest in Peace to Mojo, Unc I wish you could see me
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