Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Recognize, artist - Bun B. Date of issue: 30.08.2018
Song language: English
Recognize |
| Bitch, recognize a king in your presence |
| Everythang I touch turn to gold |
| Rose ghettos everywhere that I scroll |
| Crown got the glow |
| Things creep up super slow like |
| Pop off the trunk, drop the top on the slug |
| Hang the AK, h-hang the AK |
| Things creep up super slow like |
| Pop off the trunk, drop the top on the slug |
| Hang the AK, h-hang the AK |
| Bitch, recognize a king in your presence |
| When my go mode is instinctive |
| Flow mode is infinite |
| Whole mode is some pimping shit |
| Yeah, my wordplay is intricate |
| Influence significant |
| Motherfucking magnificent |
| And my influence is intrical |
| Charismatic essential |
| Fucking up your centrifugal |
| With tree pumpin' up through my ventricles |
| Gladiators are sentinels |
| Peep you through the peripherals |
| I see you pussy niggas at the opticals |
| Catch your ass when it’s optimal |
| Light you up like an optimo |
| Got a little legal with a colossuful |
| Fading me is impossible |
| Fuck boys so you gots go |
| Bitch, recognize a king in your presence |
| Everythang I touch turn to gold |
| Rose ghettos everywhere that I scroll |
| Crown got the glow |
| Things creep up super slow like |
| Pop off the trunk, drop the top on the slug |
| Hang the AK, h-hang the AK |
| Things creep up super slow like |
| Pop off the trunk, drop the top on the slug |
| Hang the AK, h-hang the AK |
| Bitch, recognize a king in your presence |
| Bitch, I’m old school like an Acura |
| Flip flows like a spatula |
| Verses full of vernacular |
| Creep up on ya like a tarantula |
| Darker than blacklia |
| No speculation I’m spectacular |
| And my insight is immaculate |
| Name on me is so accurate |
| Hoe, you don’t know the half of it |
| We gon' sing your homies some factful shit |
| Then relay on my tactics |
| Debo on some didactic shit |
| I’m just out here tryna educate |
| Build you up mayne and elevate |
| Lift you up 'til you levitate |
| Expedite the shit up to a better rate |
| Ignorance tend to hesitate |
| Fuck it then we gon' let 'em wait |
| Bitch, recognize a king in your presence |
| Everythang I touch turn to gold |
| Rose ghettos everywhere that I scroll |
| Crown got the glow |
| Things creep up super slow like |
| Pop off the trunk, drop the top on the slug |
| Hang the AK, h-hang the AK |
| Things creep up super slow like |
| Pop off the trunk, drop the top on the slug |
| Hang the AK, h-hang the AK |
| Bitch, recognize a king in your presence |
| Hustle meticular |
| So concerned with particular |
| Hard as hell makin' millions |
| It still remain inconspicuous |
| Bitches be so adventurous |
| They get wet when you mention us |
| Even the white was there to hear 'bout it to think it, mention us |
| Government plants, fencing us in, life in the pen' |
| For selling shit you put in our hood, know but not do |
| We desperate, starvin' and dyin' to eat, die in the street |
| For a fraction of what I get now for a sound and fly on the beat, hmm |
| I’m the anomaly, honestly, you should honor me |
| But how can I act like I’m the shit like when no one in front of me? |
| I cannot acknowledge all the pimpin' for the death of me |
| Okay, listen fella, never ever disrespect the predecessor |
| Bitch, recognize a king in your presence |