King lyrics

[Intro: Trent the HOOLiGAN & Deniro Farrar]
You got me extraordinarily f*cked up in this b*tch
(Ah)

[Verse 1: Trent the HOOLiGAN]
Yuh
Now miss me with that wack ass (Wack), trash ass
I don't give a rat's ass what be on your body, motherf*cker (Ooh)
I been in the old ass, cold ass (Word)
Ain't no heat or air
Passing through this big body, motherf*cker (Uh)
Tell your people "meet me in the lobby," motherf*cker (Nah)
With a bag of fettuccini, cold cash, motherf*cker (Cash)
I'm too godly not to get the f*ckin' bag, motherf*cker
No more sitting on my ass being sad, motherf*cker (Sad)
Now, let's get this straight (Look)
I play no games (No games)
f*ck out my face, look
Ew, your breath stank (Uh)
Look, I got no time
Nah (Yuh)
Don't be sublime (Yuh)
Ain't no bush for you to beat around today, motherf*cker (Yuh)
(On the gang)

[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
Yuh
Soul food, n*gga
Come and get a plate (Come and get it)
This that music for the spirit, come and get a taste
f*ck a carbon-copy, boy
I'm about to innovate (This something new)
Liberated soldier, n*gga, watch me demonstrate (This what I do)
Ay
Soul food, n*gga
Come and get a plate (Come and get it)
This that music for the spirit, come and get a taste
f*ck a carbon-copy, boy
I'm about to innovate (This something new)
Liberated soldier, n*gga, watch me demonstrate (This what I do)
[Verse 2: Deniro Farrar]
Oh, you just bought a Lamborghini?
Well, I just got a Salaam like Afeni
Guess revenges don't put cheese on my panini
Only time I f*ck with meat is when I'm beefing
Them n*ggas mad 'cause they hungry
b*tch, we eating
f*ck in private 'cause in public we ain't speaking
Had to cut them n*ggas off cause they were leeching
Got all that knowledge but ain't practice what you preaching
(Ol' b*tch ass n*gga)
How you your brothers keeper but ain't never there when they need you?
Beam on that 40, scratch the numbers off of the side (Side)
Ski mask for a homicide, in a rental when we slide (Slide)
Heat-seeking bullets, won't do him no good to hide (Hide)
Meditate my power back, them people told us lies (Lies)
Them n*ggas that b*tch-made, I can see it in they eyes
Wolf in sheep's clothing, the Devil come in disguise
I see you look surprised, you living but not alive
My n*gga don't pay tithes, but he loyal to that 5's
Slatt
Lion from the jungle, what you call that?
If you ever wrote a statement, that's what we call "rat"
Liberated, educated
That's what you call "black"
(Yuh)
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
Soul food, n*gga
Come and get a plate (Come and get it)
This that music for the spirit, come and get a taste
f*ck a carbon-copy, boy
I'm about to innovate (This something new)
Liberated soldier, n*gga, watch me demonstrate (This what I do)
Ay
Soul food, n*gga
Come and get a plate (Come and get it)
This that music for the spirit, come and get a taste
f*ck a carbon-copy, boy
I'm about to innovate (This something new)
Liberated soldier, n*gga, watch me demonstrate (This what I do)