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Young Kings
by Ru Marley
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Young Kings growing up with out a father
Hard to motivate their spirit to full throttle
Will it be for ever
Mother struggles getting all necessities together
School for the kid is getting rough
Attention from the girls he just don't get enough
When he's with his boys he just don't feel as tough as them
Then he signs up to the gym, starts hustling
Begins to see what money brings
Before he know it he got four five different broads sucking him hard
Begging him to hit it raw in a telly, backstage or in a car
Do your thing homie don't stop now
If you made it show what you got now
Show em that you bout yours and they all mouth
Show em that you get
Show em that they just loud mouthing hating from a couch
You bout putting money in a pouch
For those with no pops keep your head up in the crowd
Fuck a hater in a crowd
Moving music in amounts that'll double that's no doubt
I'm talking chillin in a drought
To all the fatherless know that your a King and this your crown
Shout out to my pops for the times he kept me off the block
Taught me what was real and taught me what was not
Taught me how to steer, regardless of the weather both hands on the wheel
Taught me to be clever, taught me how to bring my family a meal
Thank you Pops
I take pride in that and I'm loving how I feel
You made all this possible when you started working on the fields
I swear to God you deserve a hundred mill
I'm proud to say my Son got me
And I ask myself without my pop where would I be
Who would I be
With out my pops who would I see
What would I need
To move at this velocity and with time become this proud MC
The flow exceeds most expectations
Well could it be
That I rather you doubt me to make me go harder
Like shot calling ballers and shout to my moms after this ima call her
She probably cooking for pops with this call ima stall her
She loves me to death know that some of my homies are scholars
And some are OGs with tattoos on they're collars
Both parties chasing a dollar and both would agree that it's all done best with a father
And you won't agree until you have a son or a daughter
I have a son that I love and one on the way
I can't wait to have me another son or a daughter
Shout out to my Pops for the times he kept me off the block
Taught me what was real and taught me what was not
Taught me how to steer, regardless of the weather both hands on the wheel
Taught me to be clever, taught me how to bring my family a meal
Thank you Pops, I take pride in that and I'm loving how I feel
You made all this possible when you started working on the fields
I swear to God you deserve a hundred mill
Young Kings growing up with out a father
Hard to motivate their spirit to full throttle
Will it be for ever
Mother struggles getting all necessities together
School for the kid is getting rough
Attention from the girls he just don't get enough
When he's with his boys he just don't feel as tough as them
Then he signs up to the gym, starts hustling
Begins to see what money brings
Before he know it he got four five different broads sucking him hard
Begging him to hit it raw in a telly, backstage or in a car
Do your thing homie don't stop now
If you made it show what you got now
Show em that you bout yours and they all mouth
Show em that you get
Show em that they just loud mouthing hating from a couch
You bout putting money in a pouch
For those with no pops keep your head up in the crowd
Fuck a hater in a crowd
Moving music in amounts that'll double that's no doubt
I'm talking chillin in a drought
To all the fatherless know that your a King and this your crown
Shout out to my pops for the times he kept me off the block
Taught me what was real and taught me what was not
Taught me how to steer, regardless of the weather both hands on the wheel
Taught me to be clever, taught me how to bring my family a meal
Thank you Pops
I take pride in that and I'm loving how I feel
You made all this possible when you started working on the fields
I swear to God you deserve a hundred mill
I'm proud to say my Son got me
And I ask myself without my pop where would I be
Who would I be
With out my pops who would I see
What would I need
To move at this velocity and with time become this proud MC
The flow exceeds most expectations
Well could it be
That I rather you doubt me to make me go harder
Like shot calling ballers and shout to my moms after this ima call her
She probably cooking for pops with this call ima stall her
She loves me to death know that some of my homies are scholars
And some are OGs with tattoos on they're collars
Both parties chasing a dollar and both would agree that it's all done best with a father
And you won't agree until you have a son or a daughter
I have a son that I love and one on the way
I can't wait to have me another son or a daughter
Shout out to my Pops for the times he kept me off the block
Taught me what was real and taught me what was not
Taught me how to steer, regardless of the weather both hands on the wheel
Taught me to be clever, taught me how to bring my family a meal
Thank you Pops, I take pride in that and I'm loving how I feel
You made all this possible when you started working on the fields
I swear to God you deserve a hundred mill
