Lyrics:
and reed pipe
To celebrate freedom and desire
Plenty of tricks in his blackened palms
Lightning and kisses under his strands of hair
He's the king-with
on a camp like Schwab (Rah)
Like a beauty queen walking around in 29 palms (Ha)
Boots will have even anyone to give them a freaking blow job
Even those who
Aye yo, stand up if you're not
Racist, fascist, or stupid
Stand up!
Yo
Okay, enough of negativity, miss me with that bigotry
Ducking media needles, keep
the cars on the way to my show
Gettin rah at the bar when they drinkin the Mo'
With a cigar in the palm steady gettin the dough
Ain't nuttin changed but
I missed planes I was supposed to be on
Held up by the Kings of Neon
Dancin' in that midnight shade of blue
So I thank my lucky stars
With my hand
the calm to all aggression
At the palm of hidden blessings
Use the blessin' as a weapon
To kill the king
Use the blessin' as a weapon
To kill the king
Use
banging back
Then we gon' fade to black then we gon' fade to black
I left the crib walking, drove a Mercedes back
You wasn't blessed with ambition so
Mmmm
They say they like my scent
It lingers when I walk by
You take one whiff
And it'll drift you like a lullaby
If you wish to float with me tonight
or die calm
Suicide king and a tuck of the palm
Slow and low, do or die, stuck
Two to five cans in the tuck of the trunk
And these are the five
don't separate like we've been Siamese
Five deep, but really I'm by my lonely
These niggas' bitter, that feeling to me is so sweet
King in my city like
by[02:26.35]When I was with her I was cool[02:29.17]And I didn't need to try[02:31.81]I remember all these things[02:34.51]And I probably always will[02:36.78]Like I
call me D Royal
Coming out the motherfuckin bottom
Repping the A but not more than palm beach
I might be short but ain't shit out my reach
The king
A feeling in my gut
She was 'bout to hit me up
Mmhmm guess what
She hit me with a text
I'm feeling kinda blessed
She said how you been I'm a king none
you’re royalty babe
You never have to work
And he’s the king of Echo Park
(The King of Echo Park)
Now he’s walking home
In the very same clothes
I'm going sin again
Why you walking round with your hands out, walking around with that palm angel on
Even when shit get difficult, I know it's easy
will lock you in the deepest of dungeon
Take away from my periods, leave me by myself
Life is all I got, compatible with my health
Hate by a lot, love
Bringing praises to the King
As the time flies by
All I got is faith and hope in you Lord
You're my strong defender
There's no one in the world like
Keeping it 100 like the purpose's goal
I'm authentic keep my car's tinted
Probably cause I got your broad in it
The way she walking got my palms hitching
saying for me
From a king to a god
Two seconds after the pride Comes anger
From a king to a god
Acting like if you walk by a street
You just walking
walk, you can tell that[00:27.18]I'm anointed by the way that I talk[00:29.23]You see, it's God's plan, I'm good in God's hands, against all odds,
Walking with a lotta bit of smarts when I go bye no lie
Trying to keep my name authentic
Bars like a gun down, flip a truck bow!
Duck down big shells
mouth
Beast mode with the G-Code, cancel 'em out
Son, I've seen hell, fell into the palms of Satan arms
Don that I am made 'em bow in the face of God
myself and got pulled over by a cop[02:34.28]Luckily I had your bitch with me and she pulled out that gooby-gooby Glock and shot the cop[02:39.48]Fuck
[Melle Mel]
Melle Mel with the clientele
I'm gonna rock your chime and ring your bell
See I'm so bad and I'm so light
A lot of rhyme on a dime to make
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