Lyrics King Kong - Papoose, Jim Jones

King Kong

Hey Pap what’s up nigga?
Huh
Bringing you to the future nigga
You heard?
Niggas see stars in the Wraith I don’t really see stars in space
Tell you about that later nigga
Huh
Mac 11 hell AK-47 heaven You heard?
Cappo
I made some dollars with the yay
Lord let them fail that’s how them coward niggas pray
The gun ain’t in the stash when I’m around them niggas way
I keep it on my waist cause I know how them niggas play
He only tough in New York I could have got him in the A
My homies down bottom they would have shot him with the K
He mad the little homie went to the island with his bait
Kept making threats when they seen him he tried to get away
You older now your hair kind of gettin' gray
Them young boys hungry won’t you stay out them niggas way
They dead broke and that’s just how them niggas stay
He think the world owe him something he tryna get some pay
I don’t listen to nothing I’m countin' niggas safe
We all got the same 24 hours in a day
What you do with yours is what you do with yours
What I do with mine
Never mind
All of your bars is local I let the lost and smoke you homie
I’ll crush break you duct tape you rob and rope you
I keep a tight circle that we evolve and grow through
You don’t keep your circle tight enough yours is oval
I’m a flawless mogul record awesome vocals
They respect me in different countries the God is global
You blind to the facts and it’s not my job to show you
Can’t you see Biggie Small’s song with Total
Came from a big family we all will blow you
Got a whole bunch of thorough cousins, aunts and uncles
Caught my first felony when I was small I told you
They tried to throw the book at me Barnes &Noble
I’m King Kong in this empire state
I’m King Kong in this empire state
I’m King Kong in this empire state
Burn bridges down and by us make no mistake nigga
Make no mistake nigga
Make no mistake nigga
Make no mistake nigga
You need a hook but what’s a hook without bars
Send a kite to all the homies still like Tookie in them bars
Fuck every judge every cop to ever put us in them bars
Told my bitches take yo flights with them cookies in they bras
To get into the block so we could put it in them jars
Then whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it
We get deeper in the game but this shit could get explicit
Like I love how your bitch hold my dick when she kiss it
Nasty right but that’s just the half of my wall path
You’re sunny in your block but there’s rain in your forecast
When that beef to your step just like your DoorDash
To tell the truth we was laughing when them doors crack
I’m King Kong in this empire state
I’m King Kong in this empire state
I’m King Kong in this empire state
Burn bridges down and by us make no mistake nigga
Make no mistake nigga
Make no mistake nigga
Make no mistake nigga