St. King

Lyrics

Two door coupe Zoom, zoom past the high moon These fuckers shoot like high noon They back door like looney toons Everybody dyin' wit' us, june You must be new Fuck you do If I ain't tell my momma why the fuck I'm tellin' you? So fantastic Friendly passin' me by just to cause damage Lookin' at the system Why they pose stances Forgot to mention the facts he spreadin' Stretched 'em We ain't free from stitches 'Cause the buildin' blocks is eight fuckin' sections They go which and every direction Don't go steppin' 'round a place you never fuckin slept in Bitch, I took myself and that's a blessin' I ain't gotta tuck a Glock to sleep on bad intentions That's the life these pussies spreadin' Yo' soul need intervention My fam need my attention So fuck yo' whole perception Bitch, I'm always representing Hope your shit was good investment I hope yo' shit was good investment Shit, it been too bad but so sad Enough to make a motherfucker crash on the dash for cash But never knowin' if it'll last Just like the demons hangin' in the back Y'all better be steady grateful How you gon' hate me? bitch I fuckin' made you I gave you options and droppin' and fuckin' shape you But no, thank you, no, thank you I'm already to busy and died from all the history My ma' was never empty Surprised that they never guessed me They lie if they regret me My ties to all the envy My guys have saved me plenty Couple years, like centuries Rest in piss to everyone against me I'm the nice guy and all but never cheat sheet when fuckers test me You'll never hear the end of it Fuckers lost my blessings For a couple racks and tags It's never fucking ending, huh (Ayo, Ayo) (Haha) (Ahahahahahahaha)