| Back with that new new to tell you where I come from
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| Sing a song so I could never be unsung
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| They think I’m on some, being fair weather
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| Its just my ensemble don’t care whether
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| You shake your tail feathers, or your pom poms
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| Razor sharp nigga bong bong
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| Its a bad time to be a mc if you ain’t rhyming right
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| I spit that China white nigga call it Hong Kong
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| Hit the city to see one of my school mates
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| Making six figures but she still got a roommate
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| Just to have a downtown apartment and some outfits
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| And you asking why I never leave the south, shit…
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| Take some time to dream
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| Peace of mind is a delightful thing
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| This is the life of kings
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| And we got it (Yessir)
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| I’m the King!
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| People be confused how I move with the utmost
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| Respect and yet I get my due
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| And true, I got nothing to prove
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| Could be my new objective but let’s not object to truth
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| (cough cough) on days like these
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| I count my blessings and say my dreams
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| Out loud when I wake up
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| The voice up inside of my head
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| Telling EV lets get on the day and out of this bed
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| Kiss my mother gave my daughter a pound
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| Then she hugged me (what) then she turned around
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| In my time the life of a king is undefinable
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| The closest we might get is pressed up to the vinyl though
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| Shit…
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| (Yea)
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| Tigallo, (Big K.R.I.T), E V
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| I’m the King!
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| Now some consider me a tyrant
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| Cause I would rather push chariots, dodging them sirens
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| Trunk beating like violence, searching for me a vibrant thing
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| More concerned with what books I read than what side I claim
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| Got a vision to be veteran
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| With a future brighter than a writer deciphering light by Thomas Edison
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| Cause you remind me of a derelict relishing on relishments
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| Too busy throwing rocks at my throne to find a chair to sit
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| I’m the type of king you’ll probably see Coretta with
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| Country bred, country raised, and intelligent
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| Rosebud lifestyle and yours is petal-less
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| The hand of God and mine you shouldn’t meddle with
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| My reign is benevolent
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| Ever since I fell out the womb I was destined to conquer melodies |