Once Were Kings

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Super Chron Flight Brothers - Rap

Once Were Kings

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[Verse 1: Billy Woods] Yeah, yeah, who says you can't go home Up the street from my mom two fits apart Two full courts and the lights come on after dark Right there's my bench, use to be my favorite place to get bent Hidden behind some trees, it's on a hill so you can see the bone But they can't see me burning weed, first contact I caught was right there For real, for real, if we heard Tom squeal, headlights splash, we did the dash And trust, back then a kid was tight fast But there's still blood guts and empty bottles So I guess getting smacked still the motto Hieroglyph scratched in the metal RIP big wheel, Jamal heart down Long forgotten cliques, yesterdays gangs Couple of my niggas scratched they names Pogey, Fab and James, two out of three dead now So yeah it feels strange, times change Give me a wood and the flame, the bend still the same We used to call next game, ran down the best Now I just reminisce by moonlight How we drank the piss, smoke the spit Once we were kings on the throne Mad nights I slept here too fucked to go home Still sober enough to roll a bone when it pitch black Yeah I had the knack, knew this place like the back of my hand Sharecropping on county land [Verse 2: Privilegde] Yo, they call them all the illest thrill commission Generation kill the kids, they was on a mission Get that paper like your name was [?] Listen y'all, I'm on the wearing 'em hard Y'all some worthless cards and talking off So he stumbled down the hall, numbers up against the wall Fumbled fingers for the fall and drawled all way out to his car Outside raining hard, as hearts escort by arrows [?] Found cupid's cradle, a barstool in Munich Drinking [?] there wouldn't be far enough To outrun these visions, mundane as they might seen Mingling menacingly seems subconsciously [?] stay steeped in a system Sleepily integrated on a cheaply miss 'em Chiefly we be cheefing on these trees no question So stressing mind stays locked what's left kid

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  • Priviledge
  • ​billy woods