| Who the fuck am I? |
| Just an ant in a jungle
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| Play from venomous snakes will intelligent makes
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| I’ll represent
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| Hide themselves from the Devil’s embrace but wait
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| Mistakes are a human trait uh
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| I’m too human mate, I snooze and wait
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| But before I die I will choose my fate
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| And I’ll choose to rest when I prove the test
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| That’s inherit in my blood, hear it in my heart
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| One must finish what they motherfuckin' start
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| And part with nothin' but honour and pride
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| King’s Of The City astonishing guys
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| In a game of chess where they polish their rhymes
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| No longer novice in time
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| Cool out bottomless wines with orange and limes
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| For the princess the promise is mine
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| And I’m so high but I’m dealing with the lows
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| Oh my, so silly with the flows
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| Oh I will kill it for the rose
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| No lie, I can feel it in my bones
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| Hear it in my tones, see it from my dome
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| And discard an annulment, palaver I’m known
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| they were fatherless, home hard and alone
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| Bar in a zones, half of your owns
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| Of bastards, never blast fast with (So blow)
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| Nevertheless I walk down the dutty sunsets’ll bust
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| And buff and scuffin' up vests
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| To the real OGs show love and respect and hold up your set
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| I’m livin' in this full of cold men
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| Swear I gotta stay busy smokin'
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| Sorry darkness, my old friend but
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| You seem to show no end
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| Sorry darkness, his seed is conker
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| Only the heartless mislead the hunted
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| Tried your hardest to leave us stunted
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| Oh we’re oceans in a fish tank
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| Hello younger years how are you today
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| Say goodbye to the silly and sky say hi to age
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| I’m old before I’m young, I can’t control my tongue
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| 'Cause we’re oceans in a fish tank
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| (Apologize)
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| (To you darkness)
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| Yo, never thought I can see through the darkness
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| He impeded my sight, his belief was a light
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| It’s the type that I needed to spark this
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| So bright as I see you the smartest
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| And your dreams grew the fastest
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| Tried to find out where the quick route to your heart is
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| But the difference between me and you
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| You hope to break through when I mean to regardless
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| See I can debut with the hardest
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| Or I can be
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| Fuck a review as a target
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| The task is to draw girls 'til they see you as an artist
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| 'Cause the music’ll start shit
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| But now I gotta prove to the vermin
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| suits that determine the mood you depart with
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| Choose what you turnin' and cruise to the charts with
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| Aim high, tryna fuck the galaxy
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| Say if I fall I land on a star
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| Yeah, hopefully Hallie B
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| Then I won’t give a fuck who you are
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| If you’re ratin' a rhyme or hatin' debatin'
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| Or takin' your time, I’m takin' what’s mine
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| You’re sleepin' cool, I’m awakin' and man’s
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| Creatin' a spine of a major design
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| If I could rap I would stack
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| Never could crack in a hood track with shook cats
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| Never look back on my old life
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| For trappin' is right
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| In fact seein' the back of it’s so nice
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| And I ain’t goin' back after no price
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| Until we see wealth, no changin'
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| And we can be stealth, no baitin'
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| And creep next in a lane called best in the game
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| 'Cause we don’t need help no trainin'
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| Kings
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| Of The City
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| Yeah, we self-proclaimin'
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| (Ha, you’ll be gettin' the fuck off the throne)
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| Sorry darkness, his seed is conker
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| Only the heartless mislead the hunted
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| Tried your hardest to leave us stunted
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| Oh we’re oceans in a fish tank
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| Hello younger years how are you today
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| Say goodbye to the silly sky and say hi to age
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| I’m old before I’m young, I can’t control my tongue
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| 'Cause we’re oceans in a fish tank
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| Ay? |
| fuckin' go mate?
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| The darkness is with a spark spliff
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| It’s K. Lash come to murder your
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| Let’s take it back to the heart where you started
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| This year I’m back on my grind
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| Yeah, I’m back on my crucible
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| Back on my grind
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| Got rap on my mind
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| Can’t stand with a knife
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| I’m walkin', platin' the back of the line
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| When I knew it to myself in the back of my mind that
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| I’m a king of the city, yeah the city’s actually mine
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| So do your research, you’ll factually find
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| K. Lash has never been actually signed
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| But I capture the mind, and I fracture the blind
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| When the chapters are primed, when it comes to this king
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| Can’t chat to me live
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| Man chat tripe on a mic, get wrapped like the raptures arrive
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| I’m apt to survive, it’s like a crypt in fact it’s fact in facts
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| Everyday man casually die
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| It’s such a tragedy like
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| But things can change I swear
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| Swear if we gradually tried
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| And they’re still chasin' the flash and the hype
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| Just for the cash and the white
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| Them man are gas and a light
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| Well I still spit with the passion to write
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| But I’ma still do music regardless
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| But I ain’t tryna lick no artist’s arses
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| To get up where the charts is
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| Fuck that, I’ll take my chances
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| Aah
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| Aah |