KING lyrics : "Goldie"
I said it must be cause a ^!$$% got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
And them college girls write a ^!$$% name on they toes
^!$$%s talk %#@! 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy 'til %#@! pop off
(FIRST VERSE)
looking back at the past %#@! is clear now
I look forward I got tons to / figure out
if a picture speaks 1000 words I'll make it bigger how?
by adding words to it I paint with my mouth
ouch life hits hard like an upper cut
if it had a face I'd show it what is what
%#@! ain't fair / but i'll swing it in my favor
you ain't in my league / one day I'll make it major
It takes courage and a little bit of skill,
to work out a rap deal,
when im hunched over my last meal,
All my life i've been told that stealing and killing is the will,
poppin pills when I wake / wake up very late,
last ties to my soul are about to break,
So i'll schedule my date with the devil,
and proceed to rebel / in his burning temple,
(HOOK)
(2ND VERSE)
keys to success / lie hidden in my brain,
they've been there all along / waiting in vein
My freestyle are like an i tunes single/
Coming off the top like some high roof shingles/
You the type to watch some bi dudes mingle/
High noon typhoon / you'll find new sprinkles/
Got your eyes glued / and my two twinkle/
$#&@ stress, $#&@ with me /you might lose wrinkles/
nikes on my feet / walking with this heat,
talking about my tools / not the kicks up on my feet,
presence so RARE / production obsolete .
chillin' with Indians / ranked higher than the Chief
,!@!@&& leafs / middle finger your beliefs.
all about my chedder / im a mouse to this cheese.
Super spacey flow swaggin' in Ori0ns belt ,
sippin' from the big dipper , let out a lion BELCH.
(HOOK)
(BRIDGE)
precise symmetry they behind by a century
fake emcees / man i dine so heavily
heavenly in a sence but im not the pope
so dope the vatican blowing white smoke
im a bar hugger hen chugger
she'll let me $#&@ her / cause my pen's butter
sighs / but no words utter
so i pick up the mic / and let my words smother...
(HOOK)
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