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