Lyrics:
(Mike Amiri jeans, B.B Simon hold my belt buckle)
(Aye, Soul)
(Mike Amiri jeans, B.B Simon hold my belt buckle)
(He want smoke like fuck it get 'em
Born in the wrong gen nigga
Imma beast like BC
My initials CB
Handle issues like DC
King me, BB
I got blues like BB King
Koop the whole troop
Got shells
King Panta, King Panta makes the walls
King Panta
Yo
King Panta, King Panta
Yo
It's good to be awesome
With all the king, Panta
I am a king, Panta
I disagree we're conserved by the shares and the retweets
They request that I Make it out Alive cause they need me
So I told them to Run the Jewels
Feels so good
Feels so good
Feels so good
Yes yes yes
It's a test test test
Now Rule is the town
Where we rest rest rest
If you were
famous
Can you blame us? When we ain't us
For now I got all the spotlight
Yeah I made it and why you hatin?
Just because my spot nice
Ain't it amazing,
Money make the world go round
And all the pretty girls go down
And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip
All white ghost I call it my
the land
I'm a sun king, baby
With you, I'll share my throne
A sun king, honey
I can't make it on my own, no
Hey, look out, little missy's about
the land
I'm a sun king, baby
With you, I'll share my throne
A sun king, honey
I can't make it on my own, no
Hey, look out, little missy's about
to stay
I said no way hoe I gotta make this K
Yeah we picking up the flow now
Pulling up in that rolls now
Show up we gon' show out
Can't vibe you get
album out
I'd agree contact me to debate this I will
Make myself available i want to talk
About asses so much i want to know
What it is we're telling
We the kings the kings are back it be Zip upon the track
With Drew and Wiz how bout that yea you haters talk that smack
And while we sign autographs
cock the glock and make room
Shit man i got a 12 guage with the infared scope
I found a tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now i'm a g, psycho, crazy
Fuck
rich no lie, I'm bout to kill my patience
We come from shit, you get 10 bands they'll probably think you made it
Feel like I'm Riley, BB King, I Feel
when you need me
I get so lost in your scenery
Bb gone head slang that Beamer
I'll tandem behind your soul
It's gone be hard to let go
If we could rewind
Grew up poor, it's news to no one we got common stories
Few just go pursue the dough, we tryna cop the trophy
Dreams have manifested, green has been
James Brown and BB King
All got it out a them streets
From the ghetto yeah the belly of beast
If you sweet get to tricking they gon beat that ass
Always
on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas, yeah
Ride with Champagne P
If it wasn't for the struggle then I wouldn't be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but
So afraid of losing power, gotta cheat for the wins
If we going by the bible, why must we accept the sin
Because they repent? Knowing they gone do it
We put the boom back in the boom-bap
The pre-bling rap, that Johnny Cash meets BB King rap
Yo, bring that back
When you hear it you can feel it in
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
The world is yours and life is what you make it
I'm feeling jaded can't sit around and drown in my problems
Rather get this paper watch that money solve it
we gotta chop
It up to get the best version, so just)
Take all your favorite holidays
You know, I feel like in
Martin Luther King Day
For his dream
controlled by demons is the heart of all evil pos-
sessed by the queen and her unholy servants.
"If we destroy it, the earth will be ours and it will bring
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