Lyrics:
Apparent to the throne
Can't run in the Serengeti in the
Young and I'm ions beyond the box
Flow free on
But still will Ghost Recon a cop
So phenomenal by
on
Hit a nigga dead in the chest, like Saquon with the stiff arm
Damn, I'm thinkin' drive bys (yeah, yeah), yeah
Walk ups, run downs, kick doors and lay
black and white we call it a coulee in Lafayette Lafayette
Felt like I lost my mind one day and slept on the coulee yea
And the water was running right by
'cause if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us
I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis)
H-see-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be
a groupie
She wanna make us a movie
I turn the light down
She want it right now
I'm not a plumber I'm laying the pipe down
Two W E she get hit wit the smack
Noah's larks, good as no.
He was joulting by Wellinton's monument
Our rotorious hipppopopotamuns
When some bugger let down the backtrap of the omnibus
the best song writer
I get plenty jobs
I dey run for alaba
Abegi dance e soco
Dont fuck with ojo
Our eyes are so red
We go smoke your fuckup
Lie down
The King
We all saved by His grace all glory to the most high
Long Live The King
Uh
Come approach 'em if you wretched, hand me the mic let me rap it
Imma
like I'm on e!
Or a double stack, better nigga, double that.
Jerry jones money nigga, you a runnin' back.
Hershall walker, bo jack, ricky waters
call the calls (ugh)
We in this bitch
It's goin' down
Yeah I'm the king
Now where my mu'fuckin' crown?
Bitch I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch I'm
doing somersaults
Road runners don't fall off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the reservoir
Wildin' pursuers end up
and Bun like DMC and DJ Run
Everyday I come down them niggaz callin' my game
Then ge on B-E-T and they don't mention my name
Some Grip It On That Other
the windows rolled down
Like 20 on my neck, feel like the king
No crown i be Prada down enough and all
My year be low down red horse, red stripes
Red porshe,
King me
Got to look for private renting
Run and hide
All you cowards can cry
Fuck you
King me
Homeless, with no where to go
For the elite it's gonna be
done up
Rock my jewels stay cool all summer
King like Burna
Flow on gunna
Ice on froze like water
Run am run am run am (Brrrrrrrrt)
I came thru with
served more water than, uh, Avion
Posted up like a thumbtack on the boulevard serving dead
Yola, ice cream, Ben and Jerry (Jer)
I've been doing
on magazines
[Chorus: x2]
Check it out (check it out)
Third verse, let`s begin lets be gone
I done served more water than, uh, Evian
Posted up like
boring and boozing
I wind you up, your alarm keeps snoozing
Made it easy, I guess your'e stupid
Way too elite to be caught by your cupid
Sorry cupid
But
a point that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your head with oil lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it
and punishment from the boogie down bronxter,
D'shawn the maniac street mobster.
[Chorus]
It's the f-I-n-e-double-s-e,
Don't play or stress me
Cause that
E-G-O, E-G-O
Money run the world big Z-E-Ros
Niggas know me as the A’s Hero
Sniper Cris Kyle shooting all below
Middle finger trigga
Cuz I never let
dirty south florida water general chicago nigga cemetery
the consensual validity of gone off in the muck,
spread all out with style but no
in the water
Usually don't sink it when you put that shot up
Belt down, comin' up, now I'm out the water
Set your scope on this, why'on't'cha blow me,
I capture it
I let you keep play with it, but you might die in vain, I’m on weed high dehydrated
BITCH IM OUT
So my brain shut down I can’t rhyme
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