King

Lyrics

Yuh If I ain't make no fucking money Yea I ain't make no fucking money Yea I ain't make no fucking money I think the king getting hungry Tired of my shit I'll probably break a couple bricks again Inspired by the click I'm really never going home again Fighting with your bitch know the risk Her mouth expose the rest Hold the breasts Just tryna poke the ref I'm tryna smoke to death Overload my only friend Only foe to loathe for sex No no no we don't connect At least I hope we don't connеct I'm bowser broken with my past Bragging illness in my hеad I keep my vision on the plaque You keep your vision on the bag Shit I been broke for twenty years Live my life for what I have I'm tryna split it all in half When I ain't make no fucking money And I ain't make no fucking money Yea I ain't make no fucking money Yea I ain't make no fucking money Yea I ain't make no fucking money I think the king getting hungry Fixed with the stones Been alone til it's alright Piss on the throne Let my folk think I'm not nice Top it with some J's on my white rice Honest contemplate but they're both right (Both right) This that hoe fight Shovel to the head strobe light Underground to set tone right Unannounced to let hope die Learn from clowns god I'm so high Got me floating shift to shift Kids emotions in the mix And they ain't never seen him since If I ain't make no fucking money Yea I ain't make no fucking money Yea I ain't make no fucking money I think the king getting hungry