King’s Life lyrics

Intro
Yoh x2
Yoh turn the music up a lil bit in the heard phones my n*gga
I'm about to spit this sh*t yoh!
Let me get em
Aaah!!

Verse 1
Okay I walk into the liquor store
Slamming at these bottle do this sh*t like Michelangelo
I had to get the antidote
Before I start to speak n*gga get back
I had to kick back and lay my sh*t down
Do you get that, I hope you get that
Who gat the knowledge on how to make it with this rap sh*t
It's full of prophesy, they prophesy we n*ggas gonna lose
We the n*ggas that are never fooled
My n*gga Ed he snatched you out I guess he's coming with the pending doom
So you better move
We the n*ggas with the groove
Still slamming on these beats up in the booth until it's noon n*gga
More grip like twelve fingers
I zip you up into a body bag, ten killers
This sh*t is stuck inside my memories
I had to get a bottle sip this sh*t just for medicinal
To exercise my mental
This Hennessy make me noushsous
I feel it in my bones I guess it's killing my conscience
I really gat to speak to agree
That ama be the king when I bleed for the streets (yoh)
Ama be the n*gga standing out for this sh*t (yoh)
Ama be the n*gga with this sh*t (yoh) x2
Chorus x2
Okay I had a couple glasses before I speak
Meditating bout this sh*t don't know what's real
A lot of n*ggas wanna make it in the streets
I'm the n*gga so I gatta be the King

Verse 2
Okay
Grabbing on my second glass
I barely can see, my vision blur
It's me and you we stuck in this moment
That's right
So ama spit this 24 times till I get it right
This is the reason why a brother standing before the mic
It like a pilot starring the plan in his c*ckpit
Ama savage I know how to maneuver this rape sh*t
His majesty raise the apocalypse
More critics than an analyst
It's Typical Kings rapping the finest sh*t
How many n*ggas with the pony tail
Better put them straight to jail, this is hell
I'm kicking these rhymes double X L
Like, I wanna be the King I'm a mortal being spitting these lines
So ama do this till the day that I die
The day that I fly
Ama stretch my wings till I reach the top
Cause at the bottom man I sway these n*ggas come and get you
Follow procedures
I'm sitting at the thrown
When I die ama leave my Norns resting on the thrown n*gga
Outro
Master manipulating rap machine