King

Lyrics

[Intro: Bizzle] They don't do it like the King do, yeah Heh Everybody a king? Everybody a god, huh? Aight [Chorus: Bizzle] Tell 'em they don't do it like the King do, King do (Woo, yeah) Homie, ain't nobody king you, king you, simmer down, boy (You, down, boy) And get your hands off the crown, boy (Now, boy) Believe me They 'on't do it like the King do, King do (Yeah) Homie, ain't nobody king you, king you, simmer down, boy (You, down, boy) And get your hands off the crown, boy (Now, boy) Real talk [Verse 1: Bizzle] Every other day Another sucker on a record pushin' dirt up on the Lord' name (Yeah) More money, more cars, get some more chains (Rrr) This is a sure thing, only way that this'd go Rich or poor, shove 'em in the box like a board game (Yeah) Fool's lottery, if you think all that property Gon' fit up in that box, you play way too much Monopoly We are just the clay, He the Pottery, we the pottery (Yeah) If He remove His hands, we in bad shape, follow me (Woo) God Over Money, boy, that's just my philosophy (Yeah) As long as I'm the realest, I'm the richest automatically (Agh) Game full of lies, so they hatin' on my honesty But I'ma tell the truth 'Til they body me [Chorus: Bizzle] And they don't do it like the King do, King do (Woo, yeah) Homie, ain't nobody king you, king you, simmer down, boy (You, down, boy) And get your hands off the crown, boy (Now, boy) Believe me They 'on't do it like the King do, King do (Yeah) Homie, ain't nobody king you, king you, simmer down, boy (You, down, boy) And get your hands off the crown, boy (Uh, now, boy) Real talk [Verse 2: Bizzle] Killer, killer, killer, killer Mr. Killer, you 'on't really want it like you say, boy (Rrr) Everybody wanna bang when it's their boy (Yeah) Everybody want an issue 'til that magazine spray And their centre fold, they don't wan' play, boy (Woo) Ha, bullets hot, dawg, pipe down (Pipe down) You talkin' like you tryna die right now Truth is, if you get shot, you gon' cry loud And every drop of gangster in your body gon' dry out (Real talk) Uh, everybody wanna pop Rugers (Pop Rugers) We love to brag about it like it's not foolish (Like it's not foolish) They hate us 'cause we tryna put a stop to it And we love to glorify murder 'til a cop do it (Yeah) Never been a shooter, that was never me Never disrespected anybody who respected me (Yeah) Always kept it cooler when I knew that we was hecka deep (Uh) Thirty-on-three's not gangster, that's hella weak (Yeah) I know you got a strap, boy, I'm wit' it too (Uh) But I don't let it change how I get at you Y'all like 5-0, started for protection The problem is, y'all become Bishop, then you get the juice [Chorus: Bizzle & H.U.R.T.] And they don't do it like the King do, King do (Woo, yeah) Homie, ain't nobody king you, king you, simmer down, boy (You, down, boy) And get your hands off the crown, boy (Now, boy) Believe me They 'on't do it like the King do, King do (Yeah) Homie, ain't nobody king you, king you, simmer down, boy (You, down, boy) And get your hands off the crown, boy (Hold up, now, boy) Real talk (Look) [Verse 3: H.U.R.T.] So you trappin' in your video and killin' in them songs (Uh-huh, yeah) If he can't keep his word, then them lyrics did you wrong (Uh-oh) 'Cause you sleepin' in the 'burbs, and them visuals is phony (Woo) I know everything he rappin' 'bout, I did it with my homies (I did it) Gettin' money out the soil, huh? Somethin' like oil, right? That don't make you loyal, bruh, you ain't even loyal 'cause (Nah) You from the hood but you don't tell 'em nothin' good You just sell 'em poison and them profits move you from the hood Understood, it take a King to make a king, somethin' that a king do (Yeah, yeah) Where's the dude that made you king? What's his name? King who? (Huh? Agh) You send your kid to private school until mines bang (Agh) You went to college but you only rap about the gang Yahweh's the King, in your way, it seems (King) To have me of way in hell, in the hallway of screams Please believe, since there's just only one King That can only mean one ting (I'm not a killer) [Chorus: Bizzle] And they don't do it like the King do, King do (Woo, yeah) Homie, ain't nobody king you, king you, simmer down, boy (You, down, boy) And get your hands off the crown, boy (Now, boy) Believe me They 'on't do it like the King do, King do (Yeah) Homie, ain't nobody king you, king you, simmer down, boy (You, down, boy) And get your hands off the crown, boy (Now, boy) Real talk