King

Lyrics

[Intro: F. Mills] Yeah, fuck it. We going in man. Hustle (laughs) [Verse 1: F. Mills] Fuck it, went from riding in that squad car Couple Years later went to driving in that squad car Spooky ain't it Sort of like the phantom of that opera Them roles changed, uniforms The gangs all proper Chicas' say you shouldn't be ashamed go papa I tell em all I swear I'm just the same, no papa A bastard, so you know I'm trained go farther My opposition they merely some lame mufuckas "No pot to piss in petition for fame mufuckas" "No stop you wishing dont switch in my lane mufuckas" My roof gone partition the Range mufucka I done moved on, sunny out no rain mufuckas But I drain y'all suckas 10-4ing acknowledge the gang Y'all suckas What I'm sent for My mama say to change mufuckas I'm focused now look how far my range I'll touch ya In the same breath, I'll say it I've feigned death and slayed it And claimed depths, I made it And changed steps evaded Out slumbers I'm a rare number Curse you niggas I'm prepared for these rare summers See my life can spot it there on my clear tumblr She only love me with my handcuffs I set her free shit I don't lock if she ain't saying much They told me no I switch careers shit I ain't scared much See you should listen ain't no fear Man I been fed up [Talking: F. Mills] Fuck it, it's just practice man It's just practice Listen, can I give my heart on this one? [Verse 2: F. Mills] Yeah, fuck it, they told me stop a long time ago I ain't got this talent for nothing A nigga gotta blow And I ain't being silent for nothing a nigga gotta show Amateurs they started from nothing, so pro I gotta go If you ain't with me from the start of this then adios Shout out man to my audience the barrios We all in the gang just the face change blood run deep but these bitch niggas get blood stains Broke but this nigga just switching figures I'm Forbes man Blokes they can choke on this dick niggas is profanes I'm spitting hotter than this propane And I ain't seen a dad in years niggas don't know pain And I ain't tryna brag, but these tears niggas don't go away My feelings living in other tiers its packed in the stowaway Shit, said my back is backed in the doorway Facing my life what's the price I pay to restore faith? [Outro: F. Mills] Yeah, yeah. Just practice man. It's just practice. L, L Hustle